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“
So
I
did
!
”
returned
Mr
.
Hobbs
,
stoutly
.
“
And
I
meant
it
.
Let
’
em
try
it
—
that
’
s
all
!
”
“
Mr
.
Hobbs
,
”
said
Cedric
,
“
one
is
sitting
on
this
box
now
!
”
Mr
.
Hobbs
almost
jumped
out
of
his
chair
.
“
What
!
”
he
exclaimed
.
“
Yes
,
”
Cedric
announced
,
with
due
modesty
;
“
I
am
one
—
or
I
am
going
to
be
.
I
won
’
t
deceive
you
.
”
Mr
.
Hobbs
looked
agitated
.
He
rose
up
suddenly
and
went
to
look
at
the
thermometer
.
“
The
mercury
’
s
got
into
your
head
!
”
he
exclaimed
,
turning
back
to
examine
his
young
friend
’
s
countenance
.
“
It
IS
a
hot
day
!
How
do
you
feel
?
Got
any
pain
?
When
did
you
begin
to
feel
that
way
?
”
He
put
his
big
hand
on
the
little
boy
’
s
hair
.
This
was
more
embarrassing
than
ever
.
“
Thank
you
,
”
said
Ceddie
;
“
I
’
m
all
right
.
There
is
nothing
the
matter
with
my
head
.
I
’
m
sorry
to
say
it
’
s
true
,
Mr
.
Hobbs
.
That
was
what
Mary
came
to
take
me
home
for
.
Mr
.
Havisham
was
telling
my
mamma
,
and
he
is
a
lawyer
.
”
