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‘
Then
he
said
I
was
mean
,
and
then
he
said
I
was
base
,
and
then
I
called
him
a
beggar
.
If
I
had
been
cool
,
perhaps
I
shouldn
’
t
have
called
him
a
beggar
.
But
I
did
,
and
I
am
ready
to
take
the
consequences
of
it
.
’
Without
considering
,
perhaps
,
whether
there
were
any
consequences
to
be
taken
,
I
felt
quite
in
a
glow
at
this
gallant
speech
.
It
made
an
impression
on
the
boys
too
,
for
there
was
a
low
stir
among
them
,
though
no
one
spoke
a
word
.
‘
I
am
surprised
,
Steerforth
—
although
your
candour
does
you
honour
,
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
,
‘
does
you
honour
,
certainly
—
I
am
surprised
,
Steerforth
,
I
must
say
,
that
you
should
attach
such
an
epithet
to
any
person
employed
and
paid
in
Salem
House
,
sir
.
’
Steerforth
gave
a
short
laugh
.
‘
That
’
s
not
an
answer
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
,
‘
to
my
remark
.
I
expect
more
than
that
from
you
,
Steerforth
.
’
If
Mr
.
Mell
looked
homely
,
in
my
eyes
,
before
the
handsome
boy
,
it
would
be
quite
impossible
to
say
how
homely
Mr
.
Creakle
looked
.
‘
Let
him
deny
it
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
Deny
that
he
is
a
beggar
,
Steerforth
?
’
cried
Mr
.
Creakle
.
‘
Why
,
where
does
he
go
a
-
begging
?
’
‘
If
he
is
not
a
beggar
himself
,
his
near
relation
’
s
one
,
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
It
’
s
all
the
same
.
’
He
glanced
at
me
,
and
Mr
.
Mell
’
s
hand
gently
patted
me
upon
the
shoulder
.
I
looked
up
with
a
flush
upon
my
face
and
remorse
in
my
heart
,
but
Mr
.
Mell
’
s
eyes
were
fixed
on
Steerforth
.
He
continued
to
pat
me
kindly
on
the
shoulder
,
but
he
looked
at
him
.
