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‘
Why
,
you
have
,
’
returned
Traddles
.
‘
What
have
I
done
?
’
said
Steerforth
.
‘
What
have
you
done
?
’
retorted
Traddles
.
‘
Hurt
his
feelings
,
and
lost
him
his
situation
.
’
‘
His
feelings
?
’
repeated
Steerforth
disdainfully
.
‘
His
feelings
will
soon
get
the
better
of
it
,
I
’
ll
be
bound
.
His
feelings
are
not
like
yours
,
Miss
Traddles
.
As
to
his
situation
—
which
was
a
precious
one
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
—
do
you
suppose
I
am
not
going
to
write
home
,
and
take
care
that
he
gets
some
money
?
Polly
?
’
We
thought
this
intention
very
noble
in
Steerforth
,
whose
mother
was
a
widow
,
and
rich
,
and
would
do
almost
anything
,
it
was
said
,
that
he
asked
her
.
We
were
all
extremely
glad
to
see
Traddles
so
put
down
,
and
exalted
Steerforth
to
the
skies
:
especially
when
he
told
us
,
as
he
condescended
to
do
,
that
what
he
had
done
had
been
done
expressly
for
us
,
and
for
our
cause
;
and
that
he
had
conferred
a
great
boon
upon
us
by
unselfishly
doing
it
.
But
I
must
say
that
when
I
was
going
on
with
a
story
in
the
dark
that
night
,
Mr
.
Mell
’
s
old
flute
seemed
more
than
once
to
sound
mournfully
in
my
ears
;
and
that
when
at
last
Steerforth
was
tired
,
and
I
lay
down
in
my
bed
,
I
fancied
it
playing
so
sorrowfully
somewhere
,
that
I
was
quite
wretched
.
I
soon
forgot
him
in
the
contemplation
of
Steerforth
,
who
,
in
an
easy
amateur
way
,
and
without
any
book
(
he
seemed
to
me
to
know
everything
by
heart
)
,
took
some
of
his
classes
until
a
new
master
was
found
.
The
new
master
came
from
a
grammar
school
;
and
before
he
entered
on
his
duties
,
dined
in
the
parlour
one
day
,
to
be
introduced
to
Steerforth
.
Steerforth
approved
of
him
highly
,
and
told
us
he
was
a
Brick
.
Without
exactly
understanding
what
learned
distinction
was
meant
by
this
,
I
respected
him
greatly
for
it
,
and
had
no
doubt
whatever
of
his
superior
knowledge
:
though
he
never
took
the
pains
with
me
—
not
that
I
was
anybody
—
that
Mr
.
Mell
had
taken
.
There
was
only
one
other
event
in
this
half
-
year
,
out
of
the
daily
school
-
life
,
that
made
an
impression
upon
me
which
still
survives
.
It
survives
for
many
reasons
.
One
afternoon
,
when
we
were
all
harassed
into
a
state
of
dire
confusion
,
and
Mr
.
Creakle
was
laying
about
him
dreadfully
,
Tungay
came
in
,
and
called
out
in
his
usual
strong
way
:
‘
Visitors
for
Copperfield
!
’
