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’
An
’
I
’
m
blessed
if
the
woman
wasn
’
t
struck
all
of
a
heap
,
as
well
she
might
be
!
I
thought
I
should
’
a
’
hex
-
plodid
,
myself
!
”
When
the
Earl
heard
the
story
he
was
not
angry
,
as
Wilkins
had
been
half
afraid
that
he
would
be
;
on
the
contrary
,
he
laughed
outright
,
and
called
Fauntleroy
up
to
him
,
and
made
him
tell
all
about
the
matter
from
beginning
to
end
,
and
then
he
laughed
again
.
And
actually
,
a
few
days
later
,
the
Dorincourt
carriage
stopped
in
the
green
lane
before
the
cottage
where
the
lame
boy
lived
,
and
Fauntleroy
jumped
out
and
walked
up
to
the
door
,
carrying
a
pair
of
strong
,
light
,
new
crutches
shouldered
like
a
gun
,
and
presented
them
to
Mrs
.
Hartle
(
the
lame
boy
’
s
name
was
Hartle
)
with
these
words
:
“
My
grandfather
’
s
compliments
,
and
if
you
please
,
these
are
for
your
boy
,
and
we
hope
he
will
get
better
.
”
“
I
said
your
compliments
,
”
he
explained
to
the
Earl
when
he
returned
to
the
carriage
.
“
You
didn
’
t
tell
me
to
,
but
I
thought
perhaps
you
forgot
.
That
was
right
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
”
And
the
Earl
laughed
again
,
and
did
not
say
it
was
not
.
In
fact
,
the
two
were
becoming
more
intimate
every
day
,
and
every
day
Fauntleroy
’
s
faith
in
his
lordship
’
s
benevolence
and
virtue
increased
.
He
had
no
doubt
whatever
that
his
grandfather
was
the
most
amiable
and
generous
of
elderly
gentlemen
.
Certainly
,
he
himself
found
his
wishes
gratified
almost
before
they
were
uttered
;
and
such
gifts
and
pleasures
were
lavished
upon
him
,
that
he
was
sometimes
almost
bewildered
by
his
own
possessions
.
Apparently
,
he
was
to
have
everything
he
wanted
,
and
to
do
everything
he
wished
to
do
.
And
though
this
would
certainly
not
have
been
a
very
wise
plan
to
pursue
with
all
small
boys
,
his
young
lordship
bore
it
amazingly
well
.
Perhaps
,
notwithstanding
his
sweet
nature
,
he
might
have
been
somewhat
spoiled
by
it
,
if
it
had
not
been
for
the
hours
he
spent
with
his
mother
at
Court
Lodge
.
That
“
best
friend
”
of
his
watched
over
him
ever
closely
and
tenderly
.
The
two
had
many
long
talks
together
,
and
he
never
went
back
to
the
Castle
with
her
kisses
on
his
cheeks
without
carrying
in
his
heart
some
simple
,
pure
words
worth
remembering
.
There
was
one
thing
,
it
is
true
,
which
puzzled
the
little
fellow
very
much
.
He
thought
over
the
mystery
of
it
much
oftener
than
any
one
supposed
;
even
his
mother
did
not
know
how
often
he
pondered
on
it
;
the
Earl
for
a
long
time
never
suspected
that
he
did
so
at
all
.
But
,
being
quick
to
observe
,
the
little
boy
could
not
help
wondering
why
it
was
that
his
mother
and
grandfather
never
seemed
to
meet
.
He
had
noticed
that
they
never
did
meet
.
When
the
Dorincourt
carriage
stopped
at
Court
Lodge
,
the
Earl
never
alighted
,
and
on
the
rare
occasions
of
his
lordship
’
s
going
to
church
,
Fauntleroy
was
always
left
to
speak
to
his
mother
in
the
porch
alone
,
or
perhaps
to
go
home
with
her
.
And
yet
,
every
day
,
fruit
and
flowers
were
sent
to
Court
Lodge
from
the
hot
-
houses
at
the
Castle
.
But
the
one
virtuous
action
of
the
Earl
’
s
which
had
set
him
upon
the
pinnacle
of
perfection
in
Cedric
’
s
eyes
,
was
what
he
had
done
soon
after
that
first
Sunday
when
Mrs
.
Errol
had
walked
home
from
church
unattended
.
About
a
week
later
,
when
Cedric
was
going
one
day
to
visit
his
mother
,
he
found
at
the
door
,
instead
of
the
large
carriage
and
prancing
pair
,
a
pretty
little
brougham
and
a
handsome
bay
horse
.
“
That
is
a
present
from
you
to
your
mother
,
”
the
Earl
said
abruptly
.
“
She
can
not
go
walking
about
the
country
.
She
needs
a
carriage
.
The
man
who
drives
will
take
charge
of
it
.
It
is
a
present
from
YOU
.
”
Fauntleroy
’
s
delight
could
but
feebly
express
itself
.
He
could
scarcely
contain
himself
until
he
reached
the
lodge
.
His
mother
was
gathering
roses
in
the
garden
.
He
flung
himself
out
of
the
little
brougham
and
flew
to
her
.
“
Dearest
!
”
he
cried
,
“
could
you
believe
it
?
This
is
yours
!
He
says
it
is
a
present
from
me
.
It
is
your
own
carriage
to
drive
everywhere
in
!
”
