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Let
us
—
let
us
go
and
have
them
pulled
down
to
-
morrow
.
The
people
will
be
so
glad
when
they
see
you
!
They
’
ll
know
you
have
come
to
help
them
!
”
And
his
eyes
shone
like
stars
in
his
glowing
face
.
The
Earl
rose
from
his
chair
and
put
his
hand
on
the
child
’
s
shoulder
.
“
Let
us
go
out
and
take
our
walk
on
the
terrace
,
”
he
said
,
with
a
short
laugh
;
“
and
we
can
talk
it
over
.
”
And
though
he
laughed
two
or
three
times
again
,
as
they
walked
to
and
fro
on
the
broad
stone
terrace
,
where
they
walked
together
almost
every
fine
evening
,
he
seemed
to
be
thinking
of
something
which
did
not
displease
him
,
and
still
he
kept
his
hand
on
his
small
companion
’
s
shoulder
.
The
truth
was
that
Mrs
.
Errol
had
found
a
great
many
sad
things
in
the
course
of
her
work
among
the
poor
of
the
little
village
that
appeared
so
picturesque
when
it
was
seen
from
the
moor
-
sides
.
Everything
was
not
as
picturesque
,
when
seen
near
by
,
as
it
looked
from
a
distance
.
She
had
found
idleness
and
poverty
and
ignorance
where
there
should
have
been
comfort
and
industry
.
And
she
had
discovered
,
after
a
while
,
that
Erleboro
was
considered
to
be
the
worst
village
in
that
part
of
the
country
.
Mr
.
Mordaunt
had
told
her
a
great
many
of
his
difficulties
and
discouragements
,
and
she
had
found
out
a
great
deal
by
herself
.
The
agents
who
had
managed
the
property
had
always
been
chosen
to
please
the
Earl
,
and
had
cared
nothing
for
the
degradation
and
wretchedness
of
the
poor
tenants
.
Many
things
,
therefore
,
had
been
neglected
which
should
have
been
attended
to
,
and
matters
had
gone
from
bad
to
worse
.
As
to
Earl
’
s
Court
,
it
was
a
disgrace
,
with
its
dilapidated
houses
and
miserable
,
careless
,
sickly
people
.
When
first
Mrs
.
Errol
went
to
the
place
,
it
made
her
shudder
.
Such
ugliness
and
slovenliness
and
want
seemed
worse
in
a
country
place
than
in
a
city
.
It
seemed
as
if
there
it
might
be
helped
.
And
as
she
looked
at
the
squalid
,
uncared
-
for
children
growing
up
in
the
midst
of
vice
and
brutal
indifference
,
she
thought
of
her
own
little
boy
spending
his
days
in
the
great
,
splendid
castle
,
guarded
and
served
like
a
young
prince
,
having
no
wish
ungratified
,
and
knowing
nothing
but
luxury
and
ease
and
beauty
.
And
a
bold
thought
came
in
her
wise
little
mother
-
heart
.
Gradually
she
had
begun
to
see
,
as
had
others
,
that
it
had
been
her
boy
’
s
good
fortune
to
please
the
Earl
very
much
,
and
that
he
would
scarcely
be
likely
to
be
denied
anything
for
which
he
expressed
a
desire
.
“
The
Earl
would
give
him
anything
,
”
she
said
to
Mr
.
Mordaunt
.
“
He
would
indulge
his
every
whim
.
Why
should
not
that
indulgence
be
used
for
the
good
of
others
?
It
is
for
me
to
see
that
this
shall
come
to
pass
.
”
She
knew
she
could
trust
the
kind
,
childish
heart
;
so
she
told
the
little
fellow
the
story
of
Earl
’
s
Court
,
feeling
sure
that
he
would
speak
of
it
to
his
grandfather
,
and
hoping
that
some
good
results
would
follow
.
And
strange
as
it
appeared
to
every
one
,
good
results
did
follow
.
The
fact
was
that
the
strongest
power
to
influence
the
Earl
was
his
grandson
’
s
perfect
confidence
in
him
—
the
fact
that
Cedric
always
believed
that
his
grandfather
was
going
to
do
what
was
right
and
generous
.
He
could
not
quite
make
up
his
mind
to
let
him
discover
that
he
had
no
inclination
to
be
generous
at
all
,
and
that
he
wanted
his
own
way
on
all
occasions
,
whether
it
was
right
or
wrong
.
It
was
such
a
novelty
to
be
regarded
with
admiration
as
a
benefactor
of
the
entire
human
race
,
and
the
soul
of
nobility
,
that
he
did
not
enjoy
the
idea
of
looking
into
the
affectionate
brown
eyes
,
and
saying
:
“
I
am
a
violent
,
selfish
old
rascal
;
I
never
did
a
generous
thing
in
my
life
,
and
I
don
’
t
care
about
Earl
’
s
Court
or
the
poor
people
”
—
or
something
which
would
amount
to
the
same
thing
.
