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Steerforth
evaded
the
question
for
a
little
while
;
looking
in
scorn
and
anger
on
his
opponent
,
and
remaining
silent
.
I
could
not
help
thinking
even
in
that
interval
,
I
remember
,
what
a
noble
fellow
he
was
in
appearance
,
and
how
homely
and
plain
Mr
.
Mell
looked
opposed
to
him
.
‘
What
did
he
mean
by
talking
about
favourites
,
then
?
’
said
Steerforth
at
length
.
‘
Favourites
?
’
repeated
Mr
.
Creakle
,
with
the
veins
in
his
forehead
swelling
quickly
.
‘
Who
talked
about
favourites
?
’
‘
He
did
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
And
pray
,
what
did
you
mean
by
that
,
sir
?
’
demanded
Mr
.
Creakle
,
turning
angrily
on
his
assistant
.
‘
I
meant
,
Mr
.
Creakle
,
’
he
returned
in
a
low
voice
,
‘
as
I
said
;
that
no
pupil
had
a
right
to
avail
himself
of
his
position
of
favouritism
to
degrade
me
.
’
‘
To
degrade
YOU
?
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
.
‘
My
stars
!
But
give
me
leave
to
ask
you
,
Mr
.
What
’
s
-
your
-
name
’
;
and
here
Mr
.
Creakle
folded
his
arms
,
cane
and
all
,
upon
his
chest
,
and
made
such
a
knot
of
his
brows
that
his
little
eyes
were
hardly
visible
below
them
;
‘
whether
,
when
you
talk
about
favourites
,
you
showed
proper
respect
to
me
?
To
me
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
,
darting
his
head
at
him
suddenly
,
and
drawing
it
back
again
,
‘
the
principal
of
this
establishment
,
and
your
employer
.
’
‘
It
was
not
judicious
,
sir
,
I
am
willing
to
admit
,
’
said
Mr
.
Mell
.
‘
I
should
not
have
done
so
,
if
I
had
been
cool
.
’
Here
Steerforth
struck
in
.
