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           Twoofthemwereabouttorunarace,andoneofthemwashisyounglordship,andhewasshoutingandmakingasmuchnoiseasthenoisiestofhiscompanions.Hestoodsidebysidewithanotherboy,onelittleredlegadvancedastep.

           “One,tomakeready!”yelledthestarter.“Two,tobesteady.Three—andaway!”

           Mr.Havishamfoundhimselfleaningoutofthewindowofhiscoupewithacuriousfeelingofinterest.Hereallyneverrememberedhavingseenanythingquitelikethewayinwhichhislordship’slordlylittleredlegsflewupbehindhisknickerbockersandtoreoverthegroundasheshotoutintheraceatthesignalword.Heshuthissmallhandsandsethisfaceagainstthewind;hisbrighthairstreamedoutbehind.

           “Hooray,CedErrol!”alltheboysshouted,dancingandshriekingwithexcitement.“Hooray,BillyWilliams!Hooray,Ceddie!Hooray,Billy!Hooray!’Ray!’Ray!”

           “Ireallybelieveheisgoingtowin,”saidMr.Havisham.Thewayinwhichtheredlegsflewandflashedupanddown,theshrieksoftheboys,thewildeffortsofBillyWilliams,whosebrownlegswerenottobedespised,astheyfollowedcloselyintherearoftheredlegs,madehimfeelsomeexcitement.“Ireally—Ireallycan’thelphopinghewillwin!”hesaid,withanapologeticsortofcough.Atthatmoment,thewildestyellofallwentupfromthedancing,hoppingboys.WithonelastfranticleapthefutureEarlofDorincourthadreachedthelamp-postattheendoftheblockandtouchedit,justtwosecondsbeforeBillyWilliamsflunghimselfatit,panting.