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I
heard
that
one
boy
,
who
was
a
coal
-
merchant
’
s
son
,
came
as
a
set
-
off
against
the
coal
-
bill
,
and
was
called
,
on
that
account
,
‘
Exchange
or
Barter
’
—
a
name
selected
from
the
arithmetic
book
as
expressing
this
arrangement
.
I
heard
that
the
table
beer
was
a
robbery
of
parents
,
and
the
pudding
an
imposition
.
I
heard
that
Miss
Creakle
was
regarded
by
the
school
in
general
as
being
in
love
with
Steerforth
;
and
I
am
sure
,
as
I
sat
in
the
dark
,
thinking
of
his
nice
voice
,
and
his
fine
face
,
and
his
easy
manner
,
and
his
curling
hair
,
I
thought
it
very
likely
.
I
heard
that
Mr
.
Mell
was
not
a
bad
sort
of
fellow
,
but
hadn
’
t
a
sixpence
to
bless
himself
with
;
and
that
there
was
no
doubt
that
old
Mrs
.
Mell
,
his
mother
,
was
as
poor
as
job
.
I
thought
of
my
breakfast
then
,
and
what
had
sounded
like
‘
My
Charley
!
’
but
I
was
,
I
am
glad
to
remember
,
as
mute
as
a
mouse
about
it
.
The
hearing
of
all
this
,
and
a
good
deal
more
,
outlasted
the
banquet
some
time
.
The
greater
part
of
the
guests
had
gone
to
bed
as
soon
as
the
eating
and
drinking
were
over
;
and
we
,
who
had
remained
whispering
and
listening
half
-
undressed
,
at
last
betook
ourselves
to
bed
,
too
.
‘
Good
night
,
young
Copperfield
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
I
’
ll
take
care
of
you
.
’
‘
You
’
re
very
kind
,
’
I
gratefully
returned
.
‘
I
am
very
much
obliged
to
you
.
’
‘
You
haven
’
t
got
a
sister
,
have
you
?
’
said
Steerforth
,
yawning
.
‘
No
,
’
I
answered
.
‘
That
’
s
a
pity
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
If
you
had
had
one
,
I
should
think
she
would
have
been
a
pretty
,
timid
,
little
,
bright
-
eyed
sort
of
girl
.
I
should
have
liked
to
know
her
.
Good
night
,
young
Copperfield
.
’
‘
Good
night
,
sir
,
’
I
replied
.
I
thought
of
him
very
much
after
I
went
to
bed
,
and
raised
myself
,
I
recollect
,
to
look
at
him
where
he
lay
in
the
moonlight
,
with
his
handsome
face
turned
up
,
and
his
head
reclining
easily
on
his
arm
.
He
was
a
person
of
great
power
in
my
eyes
;
that
was
,
of
course
,
the
reason
of
my
mind
running
on
him
.
No
veiled
future
dimly
glanced
upon
him
in
the
moonbeams
There
was
no
shadowy
picture
of
his
footsteps
,
in
the
garden
that
I
dreamed
of
walking
in
all
night
.
