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‘
I
apprehend
,
if
you
come
to
that
,
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
,
with
his
veins
swelling
again
bigger
than
ever
,
‘
that
you
’
ve
been
in
a
wrong
position
altogether
,
and
mistook
this
for
a
charity
school
.
Mr
.
Mell
,
we
’
ll
part
,
if
you
please
.
The
sooner
the
better
.
’
‘
There
is
no
time
,
’
answered
Mr
.
Mell
,
rising
,
‘
like
the
present
.
’
‘
Sir
,
to
you
!
’
said
Mr
.
Creakle
.
‘
I
take
my
leave
of
you
,
Mr
.
Creakle
,
and
all
of
you
,
’
said
Mr
.
Mell
,
glancing
round
the
room
,
and
again
patting
me
gently
on
the
shoulders
.
‘
James
Steerforth
,
the
best
wish
I
can
leave
you
is
that
you
may
come
to
be
ashamed
of
what
you
have
done
today
.
At
present
I
would
prefer
to
see
you
anything
rather
than
a
friend
,
to
me
,
or
to
anyone
in
whom
I
feel
an
interest
.
’
Once
more
he
laid
his
hand
upon
my
shoulder
;
and
then
taking
his
flute
and
a
few
books
from
his
desk
,
and
leaving
the
key
in
it
for
his
successor
,
he
went
out
of
the
school
,
with
his
property
under
his
arm
.
Mr
.
Creakle
then
made
a
speech
,
through
Tungay
,
in
which
he
thanked
Steerforth
for
asserting
(
though
perhaps
too
warmly
)
the
independence
and
respectability
of
Salem
House
;
and
which
he
wound
up
by
shaking
hands
with
Steerforth
,
while
we
gave
three
cheers
—
I
did
not
quite
know
what
for
,
but
I
supposed
for
Steerforth
,
and
so
joined
in
them
ardently
,
though
I
felt
miserable
.
Mr
.
Creakle
then
caned
Tommy
Traddles
for
being
discovered
in
tears
,
instead
of
cheers
,
on
account
of
Mr
.
Mell
’
s
departure
;
and
went
back
to
his
sofa
,
or
his
bed
,
or
wherever
he
had
come
from
.
We
were
left
to
ourselves
now
,
and
looked
very
blank
,
I
recollect
,
on
one
another
.
For
myself
,
I
felt
so
much
self
-
reproach
and
contrition
for
my
part
in
what
had
happened
,
that
nothing
would
have
enabled
me
to
keep
back
my
tears
but
the
fear
that
Steerforth
,
who
often
looked
at
me
,
I
saw
,
might
think
it
unfriendly
—
or
,
I
should
rather
say
,
considering
our
relative
ages
,
and
the
feeling
with
which
I
regarded
him
,
undutiful
—
if
I
showed
the
emotion
which
distressed
me
.
He
was
very
angry
with
Traddles
,
and
said
he
was
glad
he
had
caught
it
.
Poor
Traddles
,
who
had
passed
the
stage
of
lying
with
his
head
upon
the
desk
,
and
was
relieving
himself
as
usual
with
a
burst
of
skeletons
,
said
he
didn
’
t
care
.
Mr
.
Mell
was
ill
-
used
.
‘
Who
has
ill
-
used
him
,
you
girl
?
’
said
Steerforth
.
