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Such is the admirable work which I am now going to call in evidence. Intimately, indeed, did Dickens know the Middle Class; he was bone of its bone and flesh of its flesh. Intimately he knew its bringing-up. With the hand of a master he has drawn for us a type of the teachers and trainers of its youth, a type of its places of education. Mr. Creakle and Salem House are immortal.
The discussion took place on a Saturday which should have properly been a half-holiday, but as Mr. Creakle was indisposed, and the noise in the playground would have disturbed him; and the weather was not favourable for going out walking, we were ordered into school in the afternoon, and set some lighter tasks than usual; and Mr.
'There has been no opportunity. I thought Mr. Creakle was disappointed. 'Come here, sir! said Mr. Creakle, beckoning to me. 'Come here! said the man with the wooden leg, repeating the gesture. 'I have the happiness of knowing your father-in-law, whispered Mr. Creakle, taking me by the ear; 'and a worthy man he is, and a man of a strong character. He knows me, and I know him. Do YOU know me?
Creakle, who was very severe with me; but whenever I had been treated worse than usual, he always told me that I wanted a little of his pluck, and that he wouldn't have stood it himself; which I felt he intended for encouragement, and considered to be very kind of him. There was one advantage, and only one that I know of, in Mr. Creakle's severity.
Creakle. 'My stars! But give me leave to ask you, Mr. What's-your-name'; and here Mr. Creakle folded his arms, cane and all, upon his chest, and made such a knot of his brows that his little eyes were hardly visible below them; 'whether, when you talk about favourites, you showed proper respect to me? To me, sir, said Mr.
Hey? said Mr. Creakle, pinching my ear with ferocious playfulness. 'Not yet, sir, I said, flinching with the pain. 'Not yet? Hey? repeated Mr. Creakle. 'But you will soon. Hey? 'You will soon. Hey? repeated the man with the wooden leg. I afterwards found that he generally acted, with his strong voice, as Mr. Creakle's interpreter to the boys.
Mell looked homely, in my eyes, before the handsome boy, it would be quite impossible to say how homely Mr. Creakle looked. 'Let him deny it, said Steerforth. 'Deny that he is a beggar, Steerforth? cried Mr. Creakle. 'Why, where does he go a-begging? 'If he is not a beggar himself, his near relation's one, said Steerforth. 'It's all the same. He glanced at me, and Mr.
Steerforth said there was nothing of the sneak in Traddles, and we all felt that to be the highest praise. To see Steerforth walk to church before us, arm-in-arm with Miss Creakle, was one of the great sights of my life. When Steerforth, in white trousers, carried her parasol for her, I felt proud to know him; and believed that she could not choose but adore him with all her heart. Mr.
I heard all kinds of things about the school and all belonging to it. I heard that Mr. Creakle had not preferred his claim to being a Tartar without reason; that he was the sternest and most severe of masters; that he laid about him, right and left, every day of his life, charging in among the boys like a trooper, and slashing away, unmercifully. Creakle's money.
Creakle's service, and having done a deal of dishonest work for him, and knowing his secrets. I heard that with the single exception of Mr. Creakle, Tungay considered the whole establishment, masters and boys, as his natural enemies, and that the only delight of his life was to be sour and malicious. I heard that Mr.
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