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It
was
only
about
a
week
after
that
ride
when
,
after
a
visit
to
his
mother
,
Fauntleroy
came
into
the
library
with
a
troubled
,
thoughtful
face
.
He
sat
down
in
that
high
-
backed
chair
in
which
he
had
sat
on
the
evening
of
his
arrival
,
and
for
a
while
he
looked
at
the
embers
on
the
hearth
.
The
Earl
watched
him
in
silence
,
wondering
what
was
coming
.
It
was
evident
that
Cedric
had
something
on
his
mind
.
At
last
he
looked
up
.
“
Does
Newick
know
all
about
the
people
?
”
he
asked
.
“
It
is
his
business
to
know
about
them
,
”
said
his
lordship
.
“
Been
neglecting
it
—
has
he
?
”
Contradictory
as
it
may
seem
,
there
was
nothing
which
entertained
and
edified
him
more
than
the
little
fellow
’
s
interest
in
his
tenantry
.
He
had
never
taken
any
interest
in
them
himself
,
but
it
pleased
him
well
enough
that
,
with
all
his
childish
habits
of
thought
and
in
the
midst
of
all
his
childish
amusements
and
high
spirits
,
there
should
be
such
a
quaint
seriousness
working
in
the
curly
head
.
“
There
is
a
place
,
”
said
Fauntleroy
,
looking
up
at
him
with
wide
-
open
,
horror
-
stricken
eye
—
“
Dearest
has
seen
it
;
it
is
at
the
other
end
of
the
village
.
The
houses
are
close
together
,
and
almost
falling
down
;
you
can
scarcely
breathe
;
and
the
people
are
so
poor
,
and
everything
is
dreadful
!
Often
they
have
fever
,
and
the
children
die
;
and
it
makes
them
wicked
to
live
like
that
,
and
be
so
poor
and
miserable
!
It
is
worse
than
Michael
and
Bridget
!
The
rain
comes
in
at
the
roof
!
Dearest
went
to
see
a
poor
woman
who
lived
there
.
She
would
not
let
me
come
near
her
until
she
had
changed
all
her
things
.
The
tears
ran
down
her
cheeks
when
she
told
me
about
it
!
”
The
tears
had
come
into
his
own
eyes
,
but
he
smiled
through
them
.
“
I
told
her
you
didn
’
t
know
,
and
I
would
tell
you
,
”
he
said
.
He
jumped
down
and
came
and
leaned
against
the
Earl
’
s
chair
.
“
You
can
make
it
all
right
,
”
he
said
,
“
just
as
you
made
it
all
right
for
Higgins
.
You
always
make
it
all
right
for
everybody
.
I
told
her
you
would
,
and
that
Newick
must
have
forgotten
to
tell
you
.
”
The
Earl
looked
down
at
the
hand
on
his
knee
.
Newick
had
not
forgotten
to
tell
him
;
in
fact
,
Newick
had
spoken
to
him
more
than
once
of
the
desperate
condition
of
the
end
of
the
village
known
as
Earl
’
s
Court
.
He
knew
all
about
the
tumble
-
down
,
miserable
cottages
,
and
the
bad
drainage
,
and
the
damp
walls
and
broken
windows
and
leaking
roofs
,
and
all
about
the
poverty
,
the
fever
,
and
the
misery
.
Mr
.
Mordaunt
had
painted
it
all
to
him
in
the
strongest
words
he
could
use
,
and
his
lordship
had
used
violent
language
in
response
;
and
,
when
his
gout
had
been
at
the
worst
,
he
said
that
the
sooner
the
people
of
Earl
’
s
Court
died
and
were
buried
by
the
parish
the
better
it
would
be
,
—
and
there
was
an
end
of
the
matter
.
And
yet
,
as
he
looked
at
the
small
hand
on
his
knee
,
and
from
the
small
hand
to
the
honest
,
earnest
,
frank
-
eyed
face
,
he
was
actually
a
little
ashamed
both
of
Earl
’
s
Court
and
himself
.
“
What
!
”
he
said
;
“
you
want
to
make
a
builder
of
model
cottages
of
me
,
do
you
?
”
And
he
positively
put
his
own
hand
upon
the
childish
one
and
stroked
it
.
“
Those
must
be
pulled
down
,
”
said
Fauntleroy
,
with
great
eagerness
.
“
Dearest
says
so
