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162 LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY. a es aes ee” I always detested children— my own more than the rest. I am fond of this one; he is fond of me” (with a bitter smile). ‘I am not popular; I never was. But he is fond of me. He never was afraid of me—he always trusted me. He would have filled my place better than I have filled it. I know that. He would have been an honor to the name.” He bent down and stood a minute or so looking at the happy, sleeping face. His shaggy eyebrows were knitted fiercely, and yet somehow he did not seem fierce at all. He put up his hand, pushed the bright hair back from the forehead, and then turned away and rang the bell. When the largest footman appeared, he pointed to the sofa. “ Take”—he said, and then his voice changed a little —" take Lord Fauntleroy to his room.”
