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“
Is
it
?
”
asked
Cedric
.
“
How
?
Are
there
no
torch
-
light
processions
?
”
Mr
.
Havisham
crossed
his
own
legs
and
put
the
tips
of
his
fingers
carefully
together
.
He
thought
perhaps
the
time
had
come
to
explain
matters
rather
more
clearly
.
“
An
earl
is
—
is
a
very
important
person
,
”
he
began
.
“
So
is
a
president
!
”
put
in
Ceddie
.
“
The
torch
-
light
processions
are
five
miles
long
,
and
they
shoot
up
rockets
,
and
the
band
plays
!
Mr
.
Hobbs
took
me
to
see
them
.
”
“
An
earl
,
”
Mr
.
Havisham
went
on
,
feeling
rather
uncertain
of
his
ground
,
“
is
frequently
of
very
ancient
lineage
—
—
”
“
What
’
s
that
?
”
asked
Ceddie
.
“
Of
very
old
family
—
extremely
old
.
”
“
Ah
!
”
said
Cedric
,
thrusting
his
hands
deeper
into
his
pockets
.
“
I
suppose
that
is
the
way
with
the
apple
-
woman
near
the
park
.
I
dare
say
she
is
of
ancient
lin
-
lenage
.
She
is
so
old
it
would
surprise
you
how
she
can
stand
up
.
She
’
s
a
hundred
,
I
should
think
,
and
yet
she
is
out
there
when
it
rains
,
even
.
I
’
m
sorry
for
her
,
and
so
are
the
other
boys
.
Billy
Williams
once
had
nearly
a
dollar
,
and
I
asked
him
to
buy
five
cents
’
worth
of
apples
from
her
every
day
until
he
had
spent
it
all
.
That
made
twenty
days
,
and
he
grew
tired
of
apples
after
a
week
;
but
then
—
it
was
quite
fortunate
—
a
gentleman
gave
me
fifty
cents
and
I
bought
apples
from
her
instead
.
You
feel
sorry
for
any
one
that
’
s
so
poor
and
has
such
ancient
lin
-
lenage
.
She
says
hers
has
gone
into
her
bones
and
the
rain
makes
it
worse
.
”
Mr
.
Havisham
felt
rather
at
a
loss
as
he
looked
at
his
companion
’
s
innocent
,
serious
little
face
.
