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Tonight, I would be continuing this story,

Little Lord Fauntleroy by Francis Hodgson Burnett.

So lie down, close your eyes,

and let me read you a story.

Chapter 4

It was during the voyage that Cedric's mother told him that his home was not to be hers.

And when he first understood it, his grief was so

great, the Mr. Havisham saw that the Earl had been wise in making the arrangements that his mother

should be quite near him, and see him often, for it was very plain he could not have borne the

separation otherwise. But his mother managed the little fellow so sweetly and lovingly,

and made him feel that she would be so near him that after a while he ceased to be oppressed

by the fear of any real parting. My house is not far from the castle, said he, she repeated,

each time the subject was referred to, a very little way from yours. You can always

run in and see me every day, and you will have so many things to tell me, and we shall be so happy together.

It is a beautiful place. Your papa has often told me about it. He loved it very much, and you will love it too.

I should love it better if you were there, his small lordship said, with a heavy little sigh.

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