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‘
Come
here
,
sir
!
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
,
beckoning
to
me
.
‘
Come
here
!
’
said
the
man
with
the
wooden
leg
,
repeating
the
gesture
.
‘
I
have
the
happiness
of
knowing
your
father
-
in
-
law
,
’
whispered
Mr
.
Creakle
,
taking
me
by
the
ear
;
‘
and
a
worthy
man
he
is
,
and
a
man
of
a
strong
character
.
He
knows
me
,
and
I
know
him
.
Do
YOU
know
me
?
Hey
?
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
,
pinching
my
ear
with
ferocious
playfulness
.
‘
Not
yet
,
sir
,
’
I
said
,
flinching
with
the
pain
.
‘
Not
yet
?
Hey
?
’
repeated
Mr
.
Creakle
.
‘
But
you
will
soon
.
Hey
?
’
‘
You
will
soon
.
Hey
?
’
repeated
the
man
with
the
wooden
leg
.
I
afterwards
found
that
he
generally
acted
,
with
his
strong
voice
,
as
Mr
.
Creakle
’
s
interpreter
to
the
boys
.
I
was
very
much
frightened
,
and
said
,
I
hoped
so
,
if
he
pleased
.
I
felt
,
all
this
while
,
as
if
my
ear
were
blazing
;
he
pinched
it
so
hard
.
‘
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
I
am
,
’
whispered
Mr
.
Creakle
,
letting
it
go
at
last
,
with
a
screw
at
parting
that
brought
the
water
into
my
eyes
.
‘
I
’
m
a
Tartar
.
’
‘
A
Tartar
,
’
said
the
man
with
the
wooden
leg
.
‘
When
I
say
I
’
ll
do
a
thing
,
I
do
it
,
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
;
‘
and
when
I
say
I
will
have
a
thing
done
,
I
will
have
it
done
.
’
