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“
The
boy
can
do
anything
,
”
he
would
say
to
himself
,
“
anything
!
”
He
never
spoke
to
any
one
else
of
his
feeling
for
Cedric
;
when
he
spoke
of
him
to
others
it
was
always
with
the
same
grim
smile
.
But
Fauntleroy
soon
knew
that
his
grandfather
loved
him
and
always
liked
him
to
be
near
—
near
to
his
chair
if
they
were
in
the
library
,
opposite
to
him
at
table
,
or
by
his
side
when
he
rode
or
drove
or
took
his
evening
walk
on
the
broad
terrace
.
“
Do
you
remember
,
”
Cedric
said
once
,
looking
up
from
his
book
as
he
lay
on
the
rug
,
“
do
you
remember
what
I
said
to
you
that
first
night
about
our
being
good
companions
?
I
don
’
t
think
any
people
could
be
better
companions
than
we
are
,
do
you
?
”
“
We
are
pretty
good
companions
,
I
should
say
,
”
replied
his
lordship
.
“
Come
here
.
”
Fauntleroy
scrambled
up
and
went
to
him
.
“
Is
there
anything
you
want
,
”
the
Earl
asked
;
“
anything
you
have
not
?
”
The
little
fellow
’
s
brown
eyes
fixed
themselves
on
his
grandfather
with
a
rather
wistful
look
.
“
Only
one
thing
,
”
he
answered
.
“
What
is
that
?
”
inquired
the
Earl
.
