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in return, my sums and exercises, and anything in my tasks that
was too hard for me, I was no loser by the transaction. Let me do
myself justice, however. I was moved by no interested or selfish
motive, nor was I moved by fear of him. I admired and loved him,
and his approval was return enough. It was so precious to me that
I look back on these trifles, now, with an aching heart.
Steerforth was considerate, too; and showed his consideration,
in one particular instance, in an unflinching manner that was a
little tantalizing, I suspect, to poor Traddles and the rest.
Peggotty’s promised letter—what a comfortable letter it was!—
arrived before ‘the half’ was many weeks old; and with it a cake in
a perfect nest of oranges, and two bottles of cowslip wine. This
treasure, as in duty bound, I laid at the feet of Steerforth, and
begged him to dispense.
‘Now, I’ll tell you what, young Copperfield,’ said he: ‘the wine
shall be kept to wet your whistle when you are story-telling.’
I blushed at the idea, and begged him, in my modesty, not to
think of it. But he said he had observed I was sometimes hoarse—
a little roopy was his exact —and it should be, every
drop, devoted to the purpose he had mentioned. Accordingly, it
was locked up in his box, and drawn off by himself in a phial, and
administered to me through a piece of quill in the cork, when I
was supposed to be in want of a restorative. Sometimes, to make it
a more sovereign specific, he was so kind as to squeeze orange
juice into it, or to stir it up with ginger, or dissolve a peppermint
drop in it; and although I cannot assert that the flavour was
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improved by these experiments, or that it was exactly the
compound one would have chosen for a stomachic, the last thing
at night and the first thing in the morning, I drank it gratefully and
was very sensible of his attention.
We seem, to me, to have been months over Peregrine, and
months more over the other stories. The institution never flagged
for want of a story, I am certain; and the wine lasted out almost as
well as the matter. Poor Traddles—I never think of that boy but
with a strange disposition to laugh, and with tears in my eyes—
was a sort of chorus, in general; and affected to be convulsed with
mirth at the comic parts, and to be overcome with fear when there
was any passage of an alarming character in the narrative. This
rather put me out, very often. It was a great jest of his, I recollect,
to pretend that he couldn’t keep his teeth from chattering,
whenever mention was made of an Alguazill in connexion with the
adventures of Gil Blas; and I remember that when Gil Blas met
the captain of the robbers in Madrid, this unlucky joker
counterfeited such an ague of terror, that he was overheard by Mr.
Creakle, who was prowling about the passage, and handsomely
flogged for disorderly conduct in the bedroom. Whatever I had
within me that was romantic and dreamy, was encouraged by so
much story-telling in the dark; and in that respect the pursuit may
not have been very profitable to me. But the being cherished as a
kind of plaything in my room, and the consciousness that this
accomplishment of mine was bruited about among the boys, and
attracted a good deal of notice to me though I was the youngest
there, stimulated me to exertion. In a school carried on by sheer
cruelty, whether it is presided over by a dunce or not, there is not
likely to be much learnt. I believe our boys were, generally, as
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ignorant a set as any schoolboys in existence; they were too much
troubled and knocked about to learn; they could no more do that
to advantage, than any one can do anything to advantag
