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Tonight, I will be continuing the story,

Little Lord of Fauntleroy.

So lie down, close your eyes,

and let me read you a story.

Chapter 7. and let me read you a story. Chapter 6

When Lord Fortleroy weakened in the morning,

he had not weakened at all when he had been carried to bed the night before.

The first sounds he was conscious of were the crackling of a wood

fire and the murmur of voices. You will be careful, Dawson, not to say anything about it,

he heard someone say. He does not know why she's not to be with him, and the reason is to be kept

from him. If them's his lordship's orders, ma'am, another voice answered,

they'll have to be kept, I suppose.

But if you'll excuse the liberty, ma'am,

as it's between ourselves, servant or no servant,

all I have to say is it's a cruel thing,

parting that poor, pretty young creature from our own flesh and blood.

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