Маленький лорд Фаунтлерой
Chapter III
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AndtheendofthematterwasthatDickactuallyboughtJakeout,andfoundhimselfthepossessorofthebusinessandsomenewbrushesandamostastonishingsignandoutfit.Hecouldnotbelieveinhisgoodluckanymoreeasilythantheapple-womanofancientlineagecouldbelieveinhers;hewalkedaboutlikeaboot-blackinadream;hestaredathisyoungbenefactorandfeltasifhemightwakeupatanymoment.HescarcelyseemedtorealizeanythinguntilCedricputouthishandtoshakehandswithhimbeforegoingaway.
“Well,good-bye,”hesaid;andthoughhetriedtospeaksteadily,therewasalittletrembleinhisvoiceandhewinkedhisbigbrowneyes.“AndIhopetrade’llbegood.I’msorryI’mgoingawaytoleaveyou,butperhapsIshallcomebackagainwhenI’manearl.AndIwishyou’dwritetome,becausewewerealwaysgoodfriends.Andifyouwritetome,here’swhereyoumustsendyourletter.”Andhegavehimaslipofpaper.“Andmynameisn’tCedricErrolanymore;it’sLordFauntleroyand—andgood-bye,Dick.”
Dickwinkedhiseyesalso,andyettheylookedrathermoistaboutthelashes.Hewasnotaneducatedboot-black,andhewouldhavefounditdifficulttotellwhathefeltjustthenifhehadtried;perhapsthatwaswhyhedidn’ttry,andonlywinkedhiseyesandswallowedalumpinhisthroat.
“Iwishyewasn’tgoin’away,”hesaidinahuskyvoice.Thenhewinkedhiseyesagain.ThenhelookedatMr.Havisham,andtouchedhiscap.
