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I
blushed
at
the
idea
,
and
begged
him
,
in
my
modesty
,
not
to
think
of
it
.
But
he
said
he
had
observed
I
was
sometimes
hoarse
—
a
little
roopy
was
his
exact
expression
—
and
it
should
be
,
every
drop
,
devoted
to
the
purpose
he
had
mentioned
.
Accordingly
,
it
was
locked
up
in
his
box
,
and
drawn
off
by
himself
in
a
phial
,
and
administered
to
me
through
a
piece
of
quill
in
the
cork
,
when
I
was
supposed
to
be
in
want
of
a
restorative
.
Sometimes
,
to
make
it
a
more
sovereign
specific
,
he
was
so
kind
as
to
squeeze
orange
juice
into
it
,
or
to
stir
it
up
with
ginger
,
or
dissolve
a
peppermint
drop
in
it
;
and
although
I
cannot
assert
that
the
flavour
was
improved
by
these
experiments
,
or
that
it
was
exactly
the
compound
one
would
have
chosen
for
a
stomachic
,
the
last
thing
at
night
and
the
first
thing
in
the
morning
,
I
drank
it
gratefully
and
was
very
sensible
of
his
attention
.
We
seem
,
to
me
,
to
have
been
months
over
Peregrine
,
and
months
more
over
the
other
stories
.
The
institution
never
flagged
for
want
of
a
story
,
I
am
certain
;
and
the
wine
lasted
out
almost
as
well
as
the
matter
.
Poor
Traddles
—
I
never
think
of
that
boy
but
with
a
strange
disposition
to
laugh
,
and
with
tears
in
my
eyes
—
was
a
sort
of
chorus
,
in
general
;
and
affected
to
be
convulsed
with
mirth
at
the
comic
parts
,
and
to
be
overcome
with
fear
when
there
was
any
passage
of
an
alarming
character
in
the
narrative
.
This
rather
put
me
out
,
very
often
.
It
was
a
great
jest
of
his
,
I
recollect
,
to
pretend
that
he
couldn
’
t
keep
his
teeth
from
chattering
,
whenever
mention
was
made
of
an
Alguazill
in
connexion
with
the
adventures
of
Gil
Blas
;
and
I
remember
that
when
Gil
Blas
met
the
captain
of
the
robbers
in
Madrid
,
this
unlucky
joker
counterfeited
such
an
ague
of
terror
,
that
he
was
overheard
by
Mr
.
Creakle
,
who
was
prowling
about
the
passage
,
and
handsomely
flogged
for
disorderly
conduct
in
the
bedroom
.
Whatever
I
had
within
me
that
was
romantic
and
dreamy
,
was
encouraged
by
so
much
story
-
telling
in
the
dark
;
and
in
that
respect
the
pursuit
may
not
have
been
very
profitable
to
me
.
But
the
being
cherished
as
a
kind
of
plaything
in
my
room
,
and
the
consciousness
that
this
accomplishment
of
mine
was
bruited
about
among
the
boys
,
and
attracted
a
good
deal
of
notice
to
me
though
I
was
the
youngest
there
,
stimulated
me
to
exertion
.
In
a
school
carried
on
by
sheer
cruelty
,
whether
it
is
presided
over
by
a
dunce
or
not
,
there
is
not
likely
to
be
much
learnt
.
I
believe
our
boys
were
,
generally
,
as
ignorant
a
set
as
any
schoolboys
in
existence
;
they
were
too
much
troubled
and
knocked
about
to
learn
;
they
could
no
more
do
that
to
advantage
,
than
any
one
can
do
anything
to
advantage
in
a
life
of
constant
misfortune
,
torment
,
and
worry
.
But
my
little
vanity
,
and
Steerforth
’
s
help
,
urged
me
on
somehow
;
and
without
saving
me
from
much
,
if
anything
,
in
the
way
of
punishment
,
made
me
,
for
the
time
I
was
there
,
an
exception
to
the
general
body
,
insomuch
that
I
did
steadily
pick
up
some
crumbs
of
knowledge
.
In
this
I
was
much
assisted
by
Mr
.
Mell
,
who
had
a
liking
for
me
that
I
am
grateful
to
remember
.
It
always
gave
me
pain
to
observe
that
Steerforth
treated
him
with
systematic
disparagement
,
and
seldom
lost
an
occasion
of
wounding
his
feelings
,
or
inducing
others
to
do
so
.
This
troubled
me
the
more
for
a
long
time
,
because
I
had
soon
told
Steerforth
,
from
whom
I
could
no
more
keep
such
a
secret
,
than
I
could
keep
a
cake
or
any
other
tangible
possession
,
about
the
two
old
women
Mr
.
Mell
had
taken
me
to
see
;
and
I
was
always
afraid
that
Steerforth
would
let
it
out
,
and
twit
him
with
it
.
We
little
thought
,
any
one
of
us
,
I
dare
say
,
when
I
ate
my
breakfast
that
first
morning
,
and
went
to
sleep
under
the
shadow
of
the
peacock
’
s
feathers
to
the
sound
of
the
flute
,
what
consequences
would
come
of
the
introduction
into
those
alms
-
houses
of
my
insignificant
person
.
But
the
visit
had
its
unforeseen
consequences
;
and
of
a
serious
sort
,
too
,
in
their
way
.
One
day
when
Mr
.
Creakle
kept
the
house
from
indisposition
,
which
naturally
diffused
a
lively
joy
through
the
school
,
there
was
a
good
deal
of
noise
in
the
course
of
the
morning
’
s
work
.
The
great
relief
and
satisfaction
experienced
by
the
boys
made
them
difficult
to
manage
;
and
though
the
dreaded
Tungay
brought
his
wooden
leg
in
twice
or
thrice
,
and
took
notes
of
the
principal
offenders
’
names
,
no
great
impression
was
made
by
it
,
as
they
were
pretty
sure
of
getting
into
trouble
tomorrow
,
do
what
they
would
,
and
thought
it
wise
,
no
doubt
,
to
enjoy
themselves
today
.
It
was
,
properly
,
a
half
-
holiday
;
being
Saturday
.
But
as
the
noise
in
the
playground
would
have
disturbed
Mr
.
Creakle
,
and
the
weather
was
not
favourable
for
going
out
walking
,
we
were
ordered
into
school
in
the
afternoon
,
and
set
some
lighter
tasks
than
usual
,
which
were
made
for
the
occasion
.
It
was
the
day
of
the
week
on
which
Mr
.
Sharp
went
out
to
get
his
wig
curled
;
so
Mr
.
Mell
,
who
always
did
the
drudgery
,
whatever
it
was
,
kept
school
by
himself
.
If
I
could
associate
the
idea
of
a
bull
or
a
bear
with
anyone
so
mild
as
Mr
.
Mell
,
I
should
think
of
him
,
in
connexion
with
that
afternoon
when
the
uproar
was
at
its
height
,
as
of
one
of
those
animals
,
baited
by
a
thousand
dogs
.
I
recall
him
bending
his
aching
head
,
supported
on
his
bony
hand
,
over
the
book
on
his
desk
,
and
wretchedly
endeavouring
to
get
on
with
his
tiresome
work
,
amidst
an
uproar
that
might
have
made
the
Speaker
of
the
House
of
Commons
giddy
.
Boys
started
in
and
out
of
their
places
,
playing
at
puss
in
the
corner
with
other
boys
;
there
were
laughing
boys
,
singing
boys
,
talking
boys
,
dancing
boys
,
howling
boys
;
boys
shuffled
with
their
feet
,
boys
whirled
about
him
,
grinning
,
making
faces
,
mimicking
him
behind
his
back
and
before
his
eyes
;
mimicking
his
poverty
,
his
boots
,
his
coat
,
his
mother
,
everything
belonging
to
him
that
they
should
have
had
consideration
for
.
‘
Silence
!
’
cried
Mr
.
Mell
,
suddenly
rising
up
,
and
striking
his
desk
with
the
book
.
‘
What
does
this
mean
!
It
’
s
impossible
to
bear
it
.
It
’
s
maddening
.
How
can
you
do
it
to
me
,
boys
?
’
It
was
my
book
that
he
struck
his
desk
with
;
and
as
I
stood
beside
him
,
following
his
eye
as
it
glanced
round
the
room
,
I
saw
the
boys
all
stop
,
some
suddenly
surprised
,
some
half
afraid
,
and
some
sorry
perhaps
.
