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‘
Since
you
expect
me
,
Mr
.
Creakle
,
to
justify
myself
,
’
said
Steerforth
,
‘
and
to
say
what
I
mean
,
—
what
I
have
to
say
is
,
that
his
mother
lives
on
charity
in
an
alms
-
house
.
’
Mr
.
Mell
still
looked
at
him
,
and
still
patted
me
kindly
on
the
shoulder
,
and
said
to
himself
,
in
a
whisper
,
if
I
heard
right
:
‘
Yes
,
I
thought
so
.
’
Mr
.
Creakle
turned
to
his
assistant
,
with
a
severe
frown
and
laboured
politeness
:
‘
Now
,
you
hear
what
this
gentleman
says
,
Mr
.
Mell
.
Have
the
goodness
,
if
you
please
,
to
set
him
right
before
the
assembled
school
.
’
‘
He
is
right
,
sir
,
without
correction
,
’
returned
Mr
.
Mell
,
in
the
midst
of
a
dead
silence
;
‘
what
he
has
said
is
true
.
’
‘
Be
so
good
then
as
declare
publicly
,
will
you
,
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
,
putting
his
head
on
one
side
,
and
rolling
his
eyes
round
the
school
,
‘
whether
it
ever
came
to
my
knowledge
until
this
moment
?
’
‘
I
believe
not
directly
,
’
he
returned
.
‘
Why
,
you
know
not
,
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
,
man
?
’
‘
I
apprehend
you
never
supposed
my
worldly
circumstances
to
be
very
good
,
’
replied
the
assistant
.
‘
You
know
what
my
position
is
,
and
always
has
been
,
here
.
’
