Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter XIV
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Thenheclenchedhishandsuddenlyandturnedonher.
“Where’sthechild?”hedemanded.“He’sgoingwithme!Heisdonewithyou,andsoamI!”
Andjustashefinishedsayingthewords,thedoorleadingintothebedroomopenedalittle,andtheboy,probablyattractedbythesoundoftheloudvoices,lookedin.Hewasnotahandsomeboy,buthehadratheraniceface,andhewasquitelikeBen,hisfather,asanyonecouldsee,andtherewasthethree-corneredscaronhischin.
Benwalkeduptohimandtookhishand,andhisownwastrembling.
“Yes,”hesaid,“Icouldsweartohim,too.Tom,”hesaidtothelittlefellow,“I’myourfather;I’vecometotakeyouaway.Where’syourhat?”
Theboypointedtowhereitlayonachair.Itevidentlyratherpleasedhimtohearthathewasgoingaway.Hehadbeensoaccustomedtoqueerexperiencesthatitdidnotsurprisehimtobetoldbyastrangerthathewashisfather.Heobjectedsomuchtothewomanwhohadcomeafewmonthsbeforetotheplacewherehehadlivedsincehisbabyhood,andwhohadsuddenlyannouncedthatshewashismother,thathewasquitereadyforachange.Bentookupthehatandmarchedtothedoor.
“Ifyouwantmeagain,”hesaidtoMr.Havisham,“youknowwheretofindme.”
Hewalkedoutoftheroom,holdingthechild’shandandnotlookingatthewomanonce.Shewasfairlyravingwithfury,andtheEarlwascalmlygazingatherthroughhiseyeglasses,whichhehadquietlyplaceduponhisaristocratic,eaglenose.
“Come,come,myyoungwoman,”saidMr.Havisham.“Thiswon’tdoatall.
