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My ‘First Half’ at Salem House

           Formyself,Ifeltsomuchself-reproachandcontritionformypartinwhathadhappened,thatnothingwouldhaveenabledmetokeepbackmytearsbutthefearthatSteerforth,whooftenlookedatme,Isaw,mightthinkitunfriendlyor,Ishouldrathersay,consideringourrelativeages,andthefeelingwithwhichIregardedhim,undutifulifIshowedtheemotionwhichdistressedme.HewasveryangrywithTraddles,andsaidhewasgladhehadcaughtit.

           PoorTraddles,whohadpassedthestageoflyingwithhisheaduponthedesk,andwasrelievinghimselfasusualwithaburstofskeletons,saidhedidn’tcare.Mr.Mellwasill-used.

           ‘Whohasill-usedhim,yougirl?’saidSteerforth.

           ‘Why,youhave,’returnedTraddles.

           ‘WhathaveIdone?’saidSteerforth.

           ‘Whathaveyoudone?’retortedTraddles.‘Hurthisfeelings,andlosthimhissituation.’

           ‘Hisfeelings?’repeatedSteerforthdisdainfully.‘Hisfeelingswillsoongetthebetterofit,I’llbebound.Hisfeelingsarenotlikeyours,MissTraddles.Astohissituationwhichwasapreciousone,wasn’tit?doyousupposeIamnotgoingtowritehome,andtakecarethathegetssomemoney?Polly?’

           WethoughtthisintentionverynobleinSteerforth,whosemotherwasawidow,andrich,andwoulddoalmostanything,itwassaid,thatheaskedher.

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