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Here
I
sit
at
the
desk
again
,
on
a
drowsy
summer
afternoon
.
A
buzz
and
hum
go
up
around
me
,
as
if
the
boys
were
so
many
bluebottles
.
A
cloggy
sensation
of
the
lukewarm
fat
of
meat
is
upon
me
(
we
dined
an
hour
or
two
ago
)
,
and
my
head
is
as
heavy
as
so
much
lead
.
I
would
give
the
world
to
go
to
sleep
.
I
sit
with
my
eye
on
Mr
.
Creakle
,
blinking
at
him
like
a
young
owl
;
when
sleep
overpowers
me
for
a
minute
,
he
still
looms
through
my
slumber
,
ruling
those
ciphering
-
books
,
until
he
softly
comes
behind
me
and
wakes
me
to
plainer
perception
of
him
,
with
a
red
ridge
across
my
back
.
Here
I
am
in
the
playground
,
with
my
eye
still
fascinated
by
him
,
though
I
can
’
t
see
him
.
The
window
at
a
little
distance
from
which
I
know
he
is
having
his
dinner
,
stands
for
him
,
and
I
eye
that
instead
.
If
he
shows
his
face
near
it
,
mine
assumes
an
imploring
and
submissive
expression
.
If
he
looks
out
through
the
glass
,
the
boldest
boy
(
Steerforth
excepted
)
stops
in
the
middle
of
a
shout
or
yell
,
and
becomes
contemplative
.
One
day
,
Traddles
(
the
most
unfortunate
boy
in
the
world
)
breaks
that
window
accidentally
,
with
a
ball
.
I
shudder
at
this
moment
with
the
tremendous
sensation
of
seeing
it
done
,
and
feeling
that
the
ball
has
bounded
on
to
Mr
.
Creakle
’
s
sacred
head
.
Poor
Traddles
!
In
a
tight
sky
-
blue
suit
that
made
his
arms
and
legs
like
German
sausages
,
or
roly
-
poly
puddings
,
he
was
the
merriest
and
most
miserable
of
all
the
boys
.
He
was
always
being
caned
—
I
think
he
was
caned
every
day
that
half
-
year
,
except
one
holiday
Monday
when
he
was
only
ruler
’
d
on
both
hands
—
and
was
always
going
to
write
to
his
uncle
about
it
,
and
never
did
.
After
laying
his
head
on
the
desk
for
a
little
while
,
he
would
cheer
up
,
somehow
,
begin
to
laugh
again
,
and
draw
skeletons
all
over
his
slate
,
before
his
eyes
were
dry
.
I
used
at
first
to
wonder
what
comfort
Traddles
found
in
drawing
skeletons
;
and
for
some
time
looked
upon
him
as
a
sort
of
hermit
,
who
reminded
himself
by
those
symbols
of
mortality
that
caning
couldn
’
t
last
for
ever
.
But
I
believe
he
only
did
it
because
they
were
easy
,
and
didn
’
t
want
any
features
.
He
was
very
honourable
,
Traddles
was
,
and
held
it
as
a
solemn
duty
in
the
boys
to
stand
by
one
another
.
He
suffered
for
this
on
several
occasions
;
and
particularly
once
,
when
Steerforth
laughed
in
church
,
and
the
Beadle
thought
it
was
Traddles
,
and
took
him
out
.
I
see
him
now
,
going
away
in
custody
,
despised
by
the
congregation
.
He
never
said
who
was
the
real
offender
,
though
he
smarted
for
it
next
day
,
and
was
imprisoned
so
many
hours
that
he
came
forth
with
a
whole
churchyard
-
full
of
skeletons
swarming
all
over
his
Latin
Dictionary
.
But
he
had
his
reward
.
Steerforth
said
there
was
nothing
of
the
sneak
in
Traddles
,
and
we
all
felt
that
to
be
the
highest
praise
.
For
my
part
,
I
could
have
gone
through
a
good
deal
(
though
I
was
much
less
brave
than
Traddles
,
and
nothing
like
so
old
)
to
have
won
such
a
recompense
.
To
see
Steerforth
walk
to
church
before
us
,
arm
-
in
-
arm
with
Miss
Creakle
,
was
one
of
the
great
sights
of
my
life
.
I
didn
’
t
think
Miss
Creakle
equal
to
little
Em
’
ly
in
point
of
beauty
,
and
I
didn
’
t
love
her
(
I
didn
’
t
dare
)
;
but
I
thought
her
a
young
lady
of
extraordinary
attractions
,
and
in
point
of
gentility
not
to
be
surpassed
.
When
Steerforth
,
in
white
trousers
,
carried
her
parasol
for
her
,
I
felt
proud
to
know
him
;
and
believed
that
she
could
not
choose
but
adore
him
with
all
her
heart
.
Mr
.
Sharp
and
Mr
.
Mell
were
both
notable
personages
in
my
eyes
;
but
Steerforth
was
to
them
what
the
sun
was
to
two
stars
.
Steerforth
continued
his
protection
of
me
,
and
proved
a
very
useful
friend
;
since
nobody
dared
to
annoy
one
whom
he
honoured
with
his
countenance
.
He
couldn
’
t
—
or
at
all
events
he
didn
’
t
—
defend
me
from
Mr
.
Creakle
,
who
was
very
severe
with
me
;
but
whenever
I
had
been
treated
worse
than
usual
,
he
always
told
me
that
I
wanted
a
little
of
his
pluck
,
and
that
he
wouldn
’
t
have
stood
it
himself
;
which
I
felt
he
intended
for
encouragement
,
and
considered
to
be
very
kind
of
him
.
There
was
one
advantage
,
and
only
one
that
I
know
of
,
in
Mr
.
Creakle
’
s
severity
.
He
found
my
placard
in
his
way
when
he
came
up
or
down
behind
the
form
on
which
I
sat
,
and
wanted
to
make
a
cut
at
me
in
passing
;
for
this
reason
it
was
soon
taken
off
,
and
I
saw
it
no
more
.
An
accidental
circumstance
cemented
the
intimacy
between
Steerforth
and
me
,
in
a
manner
that
inspired
me
with
great
pride
and
satisfaction
,
though
it
sometimes
led
to
inconvenience
.
