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My ‘First Half’ at Salem House

           Creakle,tojustifymyself,’saidSteerforth,‘andtosaywhatImean,whatIhavetosayis,thathismotherlivesoncharityinanalms-house.’

           Mr.Mellstilllookedathim,andstillpattedmekindlyontheshoulder,andsaidtohimself,inawhisper,ifIheardright:‘Yes,Ithoughtso.’

           Mr.Creakleturnedtohisassistant,withaseverefrownandlabouredpoliteness:

           ‘Now,youhearwhatthisgentlemansays,Mr.Mell.Havethegoodness,ifyouplease,tosethimrightbeforetheassembledschool.’

           ‘Heisright,sir,withoutcorrection,’returnedMr.Mell,inthemidstofadeadsilence;‘whathehassaidistrue.’

           ‘Besogoodthenasdeclarepublicly,willyou,’saidMr.Creakle,puttinghisheadononeside,androllinghiseyesroundtheschool,‘whetheritevercametomyknowledgeuntilthismoment?’

           ‘Ibelievenotdirectly,’hereturned.

           ‘Why,youknownot,’saidMr.Creakle.‘Don’tyou,man?’

           ‘Iapprehendyouneversupposedmyworldlycircumstancestobeverygood,’repliedtheassistant.‘Youknowwhatmypositionis,andalwayshasbeen,here.’

           ‘Iapprehend,ifyoucometothat,’saidMr.Creakle,withhisveinsswellingagainbiggerthanever,‘thatyou’vebeeninawrongpositionaltogether,andmistookthisforacharityschool.Mr.Mell,we’llpart,ifyouplease.Thesoonerthebetter.

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