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HEN Lord Fauntleroy wakened in the morning —he had
not wakened at all when he had been carried to bed the
night before,— the first sounds he was conscious of were
the crackling of a wood fire and the murmur of voices.
‘You will be careful, Dawson, not to say anything about it,”
he heard some one say. "He does not know why she is not to be
with him, and the reason is to be kept from him.”
“Tf them s his lordship’s orders, mem, another voice answered,
they ‘ll have to be kep, I suppose. But, if you 1] excuse the liberty,
mem, as it s between ourselves, servant or no servant, all I have to
say is, it’s a cruel thing,—parting that poor, pretty, young widdered
cretur from her own flesh and blocd, and him such a little beauty
and a nobleman born. James and Thomas, mem, last night in the
servants hall, they both of em say as they never see anythink in
their two lives—nor yet no other gentleman in livery — like that
little fellow’s ways, as innercent an’ polite an’ interested as if he ’d
been sitting there dining with his best friend,—and the temper of
a angel, instead of one (if you Il excuse me, mem), as it s well
known, is enough to curdle your blood in your veins at times. And
as to looks, mem, when we was rung for, James and me, to go into
the library and bring him upstairs, and James lifted him up in his
arms, what with his little innercent face all red and rosy, and his
little head on James’s shoulder and his hair hanging down, all curly
an’ shinin’, a prettier, takiner sight you d never wish to see. . An’
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