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School
began
in
earnest
next
day
.
A
profound
impression
was
made
upon
me
,
I
remember
,
by
the
roar
of
voices
in
the
schoolroom
suddenly
becoming
hushed
as
death
when
Mr
.
Creakle
entered
after
breakfast
,
and
stood
in
the
doorway
looking
round
upon
us
like
a
giant
in
a
story
-
book
surveying
his
captives
.
Tungay
stood
at
Mr
.
Creakle
’
s
elbow
.
He
had
no
occasion
,
I
thought
,
to
cry
out
‘
Silence
!
’
so
ferociously
,
for
the
boys
were
all
struck
speechless
and
motionless
.
Mr
.
Creakle
was
seen
to
speak
,
and
Tungay
was
heard
,
to
this
effect
.
‘
Now
,
boys
,
this
is
a
new
half
.
Take
care
what
you
’
re
about
,
in
this
new
half
.
Come
fresh
up
to
the
lessons
,
I
advise
you
,
for
I
come
fresh
up
to
the
punishment
.
I
won
’
t
flinch
.
It
will
be
of
no
use
your
rubbing
yourselves
;
you
won
’
t
rub
the
marks
out
that
I
shall
give
you
.
Now
get
to
work
,
every
boy
!
’
When
this
dreadful
exordium
was
over
,
and
Tungay
had
stumped
out
again
,
Mr
.
Creakle
came
to
where
I
sat
,
and
told
me
that
if
I
were
famous
for
biting
,
he
was
famous
for
biting
,
too
.
He
then
showed
me
the
cane
,
and
asked
me
what
I
thought
of
THAT
,
for
a
tooth
?
Was
it
a
sharp
tooth
,
hey
?
Was
it
a
double
tooth
,
hey
?
Had
it
a
deep
prong
,
hey
?
Did
it
bite
,
hey
?
Did
it
bite
?
At
every
question
he
gave
me
a
fleshy
cut
with
it
that
made
me
writhe
;
so
I
was
very
soon
made
free
of
Salem
House
(
as
Steerforth
said
)
,
and
was
very
soon
in
tears
also
.
Not
that
I
mean
to
say
these
were
special
marks
of
distinction
,
which
only
I
received
.
On
the
contrary
,
a
large
majority
of
the
boys
(
especially
the
smaller
ones
)
were
visited
with
similar
instances
of
notice
,
as
Mr
.
Creakle
made
the
round
of
the
schoolroom
.
Half
the
establishment
was
writhing
and
crying
,
before
the
day
’
s
work
began
;
and
how
much
of
it
had
writhed
and
cried
before
the
day
’
s
work
was
over
,
I
am
really
afraid
to
recollect
,
lest
I
should
seem
to
exaggerate
.
I
should
think
there
never
can
have
been
a
man
who
enjoyed
his
profession
more
than
Mr
.
Creakle
did
.
He
had
a
delight
in
cutting
at
the
boys
,
which
was
like
the
satisfaction
of
a
craving
appetite
.
I
am
confident
that
he
couldn
’
t
resist
a
chubby
boy
,
especially
;
that
there
was
a
fascination
in
such
a
subject
,
which
made
him
restless
in
his
mind
,
until
he
had
scored
and
marked
him
for
the
day
.
I
was
chubby
myself
,
and
ought
to
know
.
I
am
sure
when
I
think
of
the
fellow
now
,
my
blood
rises
against
him
with
the
disinterested
indignation
I
should
feel
if
I
could
have
known
all
about
him
without
having
ever
been
in
his
power
;
but
it
rises
hotly
,
because
I
know
him
to
have
been
an
incapable
brute
,
who
had
no
more
right
to
be
possessed
of
the
great
trust
he
held
,
than
to
be
Lord
High
Admiral
,
or
Commander
-
in
-
Chief
—
in
either
of
which
capacities
it
is
probable
that
he
would
have
done
infinitely
less
mischief
.
Miserable
little
propitiators
of
a
remorseless
Idol
,
how
abject
we
were
to
him
!
What
a
launch
in
life
I
think
it
now
,
on
looking
back
,
to
be
so
mean
and
servile
to
a
man
of
such
parts
and
pretensions
!
Here
I
sit
at
the
desk
again
,
watching
his
eye
—
humbly
watching
his
eye
,
as
he
rules
a
ciphering
-
book
for
another
victim
whose
hands
have
just
been
flattened
by
that
identical
ruler
,
and
who
is
trying
to
wipe
the
sting
out
with
a
pocket
-
handkerchief
.
I
have
plenty
to
do
.
I
don
’
t
watch
his
eye
in
idleness
,
but
because
I
am
morbidly
attracted
to
it
,
in
a
dread
desire
to
know
what
he
will
do
next
,
and
whether
it
will
be
my
turn
to
suffer
,
or
somebody
else
’
s
.
A
lane
of
small
boys
beyond
me
,
with
the
same
interest
in
his
eye
,
watch
it
too
.
I
think
he
knows
it
,
though
he
pretends
he
don
’
t
.
He
makes
dreadful
mouths
as
he
rules
the
ciphering
-
book
;
and
now
he
throws
his
eye
sideways
down
our
lane
,
and
we
all
droop
over
our
books
and
tremble
.
A
moment
afterwards
we
are
again
eyeing
him
.
An
unhappy
culprit
,
found
guilty
of
imperfect
exercise
,
approaches
at
his
command
.
The
culprit
falters
excuses
,
and
professes
a
determination
to
do
better
tomorrow
.
Mr
.
Creakle
cuts
a
joke
before
he
beats
him
,
and
we
laugh
at
it
,
—
miserable
little
dogs
,
we
laugh
,
with
our
visages
as
white
as
ashes
,
and
our
hearts
sinking
into
our
boots
.
