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Little Lord Fauntleroy
Cedric
himself
knew
nothing
whatever
about
it
.
It
had
never
been
even
mentioned
to
him
.
He
knew
that
his
papa
had
been
an
Englishman
,
because
his
mamma
had
told
him
so
;
but
then
his
papa
had
died
when
he
was
so
little
a
boy
that
he
could
not
remember
very
much
about
him
,
except
that
he
was
big
,
and
had
blue
eyes
and
a
long
mustache
,
and
that
it
was
a
splendid
thing
to
be
carried
around
the
room
on
his
shoulder
.
Since
his
papa
’
s
death
,
Cedric
had
found
out
that
it
was
best
not
to
talk
to
his
mamma
about
him
.
When
his
father
was
ill
,
Cedric
had
been
sent
away
,
and
when
he
had
returned
,
everything
was
over
;
and
his
mother
,
who
had
been
very
ill
,
too
,
was
only
just
beginning
to
sit
in
her
chair
by
the
window
.
She
was
pale
and
thin
,
and
all
the
dimples
had
gone
from
her
pretty
face
,
and
her
eyes
looked
large
and
mournful
,
and
she
was
dressed
in
black
.
“
Dearest
,
”
said
Cedric
(
his
papa
had
called
her
that
always
,
and
so
the
little
boy
had
learned
to
say
it
)
,
—
“
dearest
,
is
my
papa
better
?
”
He
felt
her
arms
tremble
,
and
so
he
turned
his
curly
head
and
looked
in
her
face
.
There
was
something
in
it
that
made
him
feel
that
he
was
going
to
cry
.
“
Dearest
,
”
he
said
,
“
is
he
well
?
”
Then
suddenly
his
loving
little
heart
told
him
that
he
’
d
better
put
both
his
arms
around
her
neck
and
kiss
her
again
and
again
,
and
keep
his
soft
cheek
close
to
hers
;
and
he
did
so
,
and
she
laid
her
face
on
his
shoulder
and
cried
bitterly
,
holding
him
as
if
she
could
never
let
him
go
again
.
“
Yes
,
he
is
well
,
”
she
sobbed
;
“
he
is
quite
,
quite
well
,
but
we
—
we
have
no
one
left
but
each
other
.
No
one
at
all
.
”
Then
,
little
as
he
was
,
he
understood
that
his
big
,
handsome
young
papa
would
not
come
back
any
more
;
that
he
was
dead
,
as
he
had
heard
of
other
people
being
,
although
he
could
not
comprehend
exactly
what
strange
thing
had
brought
all
this
sadness
about
.
It
was
because
his
mamma
always
cried
when
he
spoke
of
his
papa
that
he
secretly
made
up
his
mind
it
was
better
not
to
speak
of
him
very
often
to
her
,
and
he
found
out
,
too
,
that
it
was
better
not
to
let
her
sit
still
and
look
into
the
fire
or
out
of
the
window
without
moving
or
talking
.
He
and
his
mamma
knew
very
few
people
,
and
lived
what
might
have
been
thought
very
lonely
lives
,
although
Cedric
did
not
know
it
was
lonely
until
he
grew
older
and
heard
why
it
was
they
had
no
visitors
.
Then
he
was
told
that
his
mamma
was
an
orphan
,
and
quite
alone
in
the
world
when
his
papa
had
married
her
.
She
was
very
pretty
,
and
had
been
living
as
companion
to
a
rich
old
lady
who
was
not
kind
to
her
,
and
one
day
Captain
Cedric
Errol
,
who
was
calling
at
the
house
,
saw
her
run
up
the
stairs
with
tears
on
her
eyelashes
;
and
she
looked
so
sweet
and
innocent
and
sorrowful
that
the
Captain
could
not
forget
her
.
And
after
many
strange
things
had
happened
,
they
knew
each
other
well
and
loved
each
other
dearly
,
and
were
married
,
although
their
marriage
brought
them
the
ill
-
will
of
several
persons
.
The
one
who
was
most
angry
of
all
,
however
,
was
the
Captain
’
s
father
,
who
lived
in
England
,
and
was
a
very
rich
and
important
old
nobleman
,
with
a
very
bad
temper
and
a
very
violent
dislike
to
America
and
Americans
.
He
had
two
sons
older
than
Captain
Cedric
;
and
it
was
the
law
that
the
elder
of
these
sons
should
inherit
the
family
title
and
estates
,
which
were
very
rich
and
splendid
;
if
the
eldest
son
died
,
the
next
one
would
be
heir
;
so
,
though
he
was
a
member
of
such
a
great
family
,
there
was
little
chance
that
Captain
Cedric
would
be
very
rich
himself
.
