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I Am Shown Two Interesting Penitents

           Andbytheway,’Isaidaloud,‘Isupposeyouneverdrawanyskeletonsnow?’

           ‘Really,’repliedTraddles,laughing,andreddening,‘Ican’twhollydenythatIdo,mydearCopperfield.ForbeinginoneofthebackrowsoftheKing’sBenchtheotherday,withapeninmyhand,thefancycameintomyheadtotryhowIhadpreservedthataccomplishment.AndIamafraidthere’saskeletoninawigontheledgeofthedesk.’

           Afterwehadbothlaughedheartily,Traddleswoundupbylookingwithasmileatthefire,andsaying,inhisforgivingway,‘OldCreakle!’

           ‘IhavealetterfromthatoldRascalhere,’saidI.ForIneverwaslessdisposedtoforgivehimthewayheusedtobatterTraddles,thanwhenIsawTraddlessoreadytoforgivehimhimself.

           ‘FromCreakletheschoolmaster?’exclaimedTraddles.‘No!’

           ‘Amongthepersonswhoareattractedtomeinmyrisingfameandfortune,’saidI,lookingovermyletters,‘andwhodiscoverthattheywerealwaysmuchattachedtome,istheself-sameCreakle.Heisnotaschoolmasternow,Traddles.Heisretired.HeisaMiddlesexMagistrate.’

           IthoughtTraddlesmightbesurprisedtohearit,buthewasnotsoatall.

           ‘HowdoyousupposehecomestobeaMiddlesexMagistrate?’saidI.

           ‘Ohdearme!’repliedTraddles,‘itwouldbeverydifficulttoanswerthatquestion.

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