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           Andhethinksabouttherentnotbeingpaid,andBridgetsaysthatmakestheinf’ammationworse.AndPatcouldgetaplaceinastoreifhehadsomeclothes.”

           Hislittlefacelookedquiteanxiouswhenhecamein.HewasverysorryforBridget.

           “Dearestsaidyouwantedme,”hesaidtoMr.Havisham.“I’vebeentalkingtoBridget.”

           Mr.Havishamlookeddownathimamoment.Hefeltalittleawkwardandundecided.AsCedric’smotherhadsaid,hewasaverylittleboy.

           “TheEarlofDorincourt——”hebegan,andthenheglancedinvoluntarilyatMrs.Errol.

           LittleLordFauntleroy’smothersuddenlykneeleddownbyhimandputbothhertenderarmsaroundhischildishbody.

           “Ceddie,”shesaid,“theEarlisyourgrandpapa,yourownpapa’sfather.Heisvery,verykind,andhelovesyouandwishesyoutolovehim,becausethesonswhowerehislittleboysaredead.Hewishesyoutobehappyandtomakeotherpeoplehappy.Heisveryrich,andhewishesyoutohaveeverythingyouwouldliketohave.HetoldMr.Havishamso,andgavehimagreatdealofmoneyforyou.YoucangivesometoBridgetnow;enoughtopayherrentandbuyMichaeleverything.Isn’tthatfine,Ceddie?Isn’thegood?”Andshekissedthechildonhisroundcheek,wherethebrightcolorsuddenlyflashedupinhisexcitedamazement.

           HelookedfromhismothertoMr.Havisham.

           “CanIhaveitnow?”hecried.“CanIgiveittoherthisminute?She’sjustgoing.”

           Mr.Havishamhandedhimthemoney.Itwasinfresh,cleangreenbacksandmadeaneatroll.

           Ceddieflewoutoftheroomwithit.