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Steerforth
’
s
place
was
at
the
bottom
of
the
school
,
at
the
opposite
end
of
the
long
room
.
He
was
lounging
with
his
back
against
the
wall
,
and
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
and
looked
at
Mr
.
Mell
with
his
mouth
shut
up
as
if
he
were
whistling
,
when
Mr
.
Mell
looked
at
him
.
‘
Silence
,
Mr
.
Steerforth
!
’
said
Mr
.
Mell
.
‘
Silence
yourself
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
turning
red
.
‘
Whom
are
you
talking
to
?
’
‘
Sit
down
,
’
said
Mr
.
Mell
.
‘
Sit
down
yourself
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
‘
and
mind
your
business
.
’
There
was
a
titter
,
and
some
applause
;
but
Mr
.
Mell
was
so
white
,
that
silence
immediately
succeeded
;
and
one
boy
,
who
had
darted
out
behind
him
to
imitate
his
mother
again
,
changed
his
mind
,
and
pretended
to
want
a
pen
mended
.
‘
If
you
think
,
Steerforth
,
’
said
Mr
.
Mell
,
‘
that
I
am
not
acquainted
with
the
power
you
can
establish
over
any
mind
here
’
—
he
laid
his
hand
,
without
considering
what
he
did
(
as
I
supposed
)
,
upon
my
head
—
‘
or
that
I
have
not
observed
you
,
within
a
few
minutes
,
urging
your
juniors
on
to
every
sort
of
outrage
against
me
,
you
are
mistaken
.
’
‘
I
don
’
t
give
myself
the
trouble
of
thinking
at
all
about
you
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
coolly
;
‘
so
I
’
m
not
mistaken
,
as
it
happens
.
’
‘
And
when
you
make
use
of
your
position
of
favouritism
here
,
sir
,
’
pursued
Mr
.
Mell
,
with
his
lip
trembling
very
much
,
‘
to
insult
a
gentleman
—
—
’
