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‘
Well
!
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
We
must
make
it
stretch
as
far
as
we
can
;
that
’
s
all
.
I
’
ll
do
the
best
in
my
power
for
you
.
I
can
go
out
when
I
like
,
and
I
’
ll
smuggle
the
prog
in
.
’
With
these
words
he
put
the
money
in
his
pocket
,
and
kindly
told
me
not
to
make
myself
uneasy
;
he
would
take
care
it
should
be
all
right
.
He
was
as
good
as
his
word
,
if
that
were
all
right
which
I
had
a
secret
misgiving
was
nearly
all
wrong
—
for
I
feared
it
was
a
waste
of
my
mother
’
s
two
half
-
crowns
—
though
I
had
preserved
the
piece
of
paper
they
were
wrapped
in
:
which
was
a
precious
saving
.
When
we
went
upstairs
to
bed
,
he
produced
the
whole
seven
shillings
’
worth
,
and
laid
it
out
on
my
bed
in
the
moonlight
,
saying
:
‘
There
you
are
,
young
Copperfield
,
and
a
royal
spread
you
’
ve
got
.
’
I
couldn
’
t
think
of
doing
the
honours
of
the
feast
,
at
my
time
of
life
,
while
he
was
by
;
my
hand
shook
at
the
very
thought
of
it
.
I
begged
him
to
do
me
the
favour
of
presiding
;
and
my
request
being
seconded
by
the
other
boys
who
were
in
that
room
,
he
acceded
to
it
,
and
sat
upon
my
pillow
,
handing
round
the
viands
—
with
perfect
fairness
,
I
must
say
—
and
dispensing
the
currant
wine
in
a
little
glass
without
a
foot
,
which
was
his
own
property
.
As
to
me
,
I
sat
on
his
left
hand
,
and
the
rest
were
grouped
about
us
,
on
the
nearest
beds
and
on
the
floor
.
How
well
I
recollect
our
sitting
there
,
talking
in
whispers
;
or
their
talking
,
and
my
respectfully
listening
,
I
ought
rather
to
say
;
the
moonlight
falling
a
little
way
into
the
room
,
through
the
window
,
painting
a
pale
window
on
the
floor
,
and
the
greater
part
of
us
in
shadow
,
except
when
Steerforth
dipped
a
match
into
a
phosphorus
-
box
,
when
he
wanted
to
look
for
anything
on
the
board
,
and
shed
a
blue
glare
over
us
that
was
gone
directly
!
A
certain
mysterious
feeling
,
consequent
on
the
darkness
,
the
secrecy
of
the
revel
,
and
the
whisper
in
which
everything
was
said
,
steals
over
me
again
,
and
I
listen
to
all
they
tell
me
with
a
vague
feeling
of
solemnity
and
awe
,
which
makes
me
glad
that
they
are
all
so
near
,
and
frightens
me
(
though
I
feign
to
laugh
)
when
Traddles
pretends
to
see
a
ghost
in
the
corner
.
I
heard
all
kinds
of
things
about
the
school
and
all
belonging
to
it
.
I
heard
that
Mr
.
Creakle
had
not
preferred
his
claim
to
being
a
Tartar
without
reason
;
that
he
was
the
sternest
and
most
severe
of
masters
;
that
he
laid
about
him
,
right
and
left
,
every
day
of
his
life
,
charging
in
among
the
boys
like
a
trooper
,
and
slashing
away
,
unmercifully
.
That
he
knew
nothing
himself
,
but
the
art
of
slashing
,
being
more
ignorant
(
J
.
Steerforth
said
)
than
the
lowest
boy
in
the
school
;
that
he
had
been
,
a
good
many
years
ago
,
a
small
hop
-
dealer
in
the
Borough
,
and
had
taken
to
the
schooling
business
after
being
bankrupt
in
hops
,
and
making
away
with
Mrs
.
Creakle
’
s
money
.
With
a
good
deal
more
of
that
sort
,
which
I
wondered
how
they
knew
.
I
heard
that
the
man
with
the
wooden
leg
,
whose
name
was
Tungay
,
was
an
obstinate
barbarian
who
had
formerly
assisted
in
the
hop
business
,
but
had
come
into
the
scholastic
line
with
Mr
.
Creakle
,
in
consequence
,
as
was
supposed
among
the
boys
,
of
his
having
broken
his
leg
in
Mr
.
Creakle
’
s
service
,
and
having
done
a
deal
of
dishonest
work
for
him
,
and
knowing
his
secrets
.
I
heard
that
with
the
single
exception
of
Mr
.
Creakle
,
Tungay
considered
the
whole
establishment
,
masters
and
boys
,
as
his
natural
enemies
,
and
that
the
only
delight
of
his
life
was
to
be
sour
and
malicious
.
I
heard
that
Mr
.
Creakle
had
a
son
,
who
had
not
been
Tungay
’
s
friend
,
and
who
,
assisting
in
the
school
,
had
once
held
some
remonstrance
with
his
father
on
an
occasion
when
its
discipline
was
very
cruelly
exercised
,
and
was
supposed
,
besides
,
to
have
protested
against
his
father
’
s
usage
of
his
mother
.
I
heard
that
Mr
.
Creakle
had
turned
him
out
of
doors
,
in
consequence
;
and
that
Mrs
.
and
Miss
Creakle
had
been
in
a
sad
way
,
ever
since
.
But
the
greatest
wonder
that
I
heard
of
Mr
.
Creakle
was
,
there
being
one
boy
in
the
school
on
whom
he
never
ventured
to
lay
a
hand
,
and
that
boy
being
J
.
Steerforth
.
Steerforth
himself
confirmed
this
when
it
was
stated
,
and
said
that
he
should
like
to
begin
to
see
him
do
it
.
On
being
asked
by
a
mild
boy
(
not
me
)
how
he
would
proceed
if
he
did
begin
to
see
him
do
it
,
he
dipped
a
match
into
his
phosphorus
-
box
on
purpose
to
shed
a
glare
over
his
reply
,
and
said
he
would
commence
by
knocking
him
down
with
a
blow
on
the
forehead
from
the
seven
-
and
-
sixpenny
ink
-
bottle
that
was
always
on
the
mantelpiece
.
We
sat
in
the
dark
for
some
time
,
breathless
.
I
heard
that
Mr
.
Sharp
and
Mr
.
Mell
were
both
supposed
to
be
wretchedly
paid
;
and
that
when
there
was
hot
and
cold
meat
for
dinner
at
Mr
.
Creakle
’
s
table
,
Mr
.
Sharp
was
always
expected
to
say
he
preferred
cold
;
which
was
again
corroborated
by
J
.
Steerforth
,
the
only
parlour
-
boarder
.
I
heard
that
Mr
.
Sharp
’
s
wig
didn
’
t
fit
him
;
and
that
he
needn
’
t
be
so
‘
bounceable
’
—
somebody
else
said
‘
bumptious
’
—
about
it
,
because
his
own
red
hair
was
very
plainly
to
be
seen
behind
.
