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‘
Not
the
least
.
’
‘
No
motive
,
’
said
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
‘
for
meaning
abroad
,
and
not
at
home
?
’
‘
No
,
’
returned
the
Doctor
.
‘
I
am
bound
to
believe
you
,
and
of
course
I
do
believe
you
,
’
said
Mr
.
Wickfield
.
‘
It
might
have
simplified
my
office
very
much
,
if
I
had
known
it
before
.
But
I
confess
I
entertained
another
impression
.
’
Doctor
Strong
regarded
him
with
a
puzzled
and
doubting
look
,
which
almost
immediately
subsided
into
a
smile
that
gave
me
great
encouragement
;
for
it
was
full
of
amiability
and
sweetness
,
and
there
was
a
simplicity
in
it
,
and
indeed
in
his
whole
manner
,
when
the
studious
,
pondering
frost
upon
it
was
got
through
,
very
attractive
and
hopeful
to
a
young
scholar
like
me
.
Repeating
‘
no
’
,
and
‘
not
the
least
’
,
and
other
short
assurances
to
the
same
purport
,
Doctor
Strong
jogged
on
before
us
,
at
a
queer
,
uneven
pace
;
and
we
followed
:
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
looking
grave
,
I
observed
,
and
shaking
his
head
to
himself
,
without
knowing
that
I
saw
him
.
The
schoolroom
was
a
pretty
large
hall
,
on
the
quietest
side
of
the
house
,
confronted
by
the
stately
stare
of
some
half
-
dozen
of
the
great
urns
,
and
commanding
a
peep
of
an
old
secluded
garden
belonging
to
the
Doctor
,
where
the
peaches
were
ripening
on
the
sunny
south
wall
.
There
were
two
great
aloes
,
in
tubs
,
on
the
turf
outside
the
windows
;
the
broad
hard
leaves
of
which
plant
(
looking
as
if
they
were
made
of
painted
tin
)
have
ever
since
,
by
association
,
been
symbolical
to
me
of
silence
and
retirement
.
About
five
-
and
-
twenty
boys
were
studiously
engaged
at
their
books
when
we
went
in
,
but
they
rose
to
give
the
Doctor
good
morning
,
and
remained
standing
when
they
saw
Mr
.
Wickfield
and
me
.
‘
A
new
boy
,
young
gentlemen
,
’
said
the
Doctor
;
‘
Trotwood
Copperfield
.
’
One
Adams
,
who
was
the
head
-
boy
,
then
stepped
out
of
his
place
and
welcomed
me
.
He
looked
like
a
young
clergyman
,
in
his
white
cravat
,
but
he
was
very
affable
and
good
-
humoured
;
and
he
showed
me
my
place
,
and
presented
me
to
the
masters
,
in
a
gentlemanly
way
that
would
have
put
me
at
my
ease
,
if
anything
could
.
It
seemed
to
me
so
long
,
however
,
since
I
had
been
among
such
boys
,
or
among
any
companions
of
my
own
age
,
except
Mick
Walker
and
Mealy
Potatoes
,
that
I
felt
as
strange
as
ever
I
have
done
in
my
life
.
I
was
so
conscious
of
having
passed
through
scenes
of
which
they
could
have
no
knowledge
,
and
of
having
acquired
experiences
foreign
to
my
age
,
appearance
,
and
condition
as
one
of
them
,
that
I
half
believed
it
was
an
imposture
to
come
there
as
an
ordinary
little
schoolboy
.
I
had
become
,
in
the
Murdstone
and
Grinby
time
,
however
short
or
long
it
may
have
been
,
so
unused
to
the
sports
and
games
of
boys
,
that
I
knew
I
was
awkward
and
inexperienced
in
the
commonest
things
belonging
to
them
.
Whatever
I
had
learnt
,
had
so
slipped
away
from
me
in
the
sordid
cares
of
my
life
from
day
to
night
,
that
now
,
when
I
was
examined
about
what
I
knew
,
I
knew
nothing
,
and
was
put
into
the
lowest
form
of
the
school
.
But
,
troubled
as
I
was
,
by
my
want
of
boyish
skill
,
and
of
book
-
learning
too
,
I
was
made
infinitely
more
uncomfortable
by
the
consideration
,
that
,
in
what
I
did
know
,
I
was
much
farther
removed
from
my
companions
than
in
what
I
did
not
.
