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little Bolder, Graymarsh, and what’s his name.’

‘So there is,’ rejoined Squeers. ‘Yes! Brooks is full.’
‘Full!’ thought Nicholas. ‘I should think he was.’
‘There’s a place somewhere, I know,’ said Squeers; ‘but I can’t
at this moment call to mind where it is. However, we’ll have that
all settled tomorrow. Good-night, Nickleby. Seven o’clock in the
morning, mind.’

‘I shall be ready, sir,’ replied Nicholas. ‘Good-night.’
‘I’ll come in myself and show you where the well is,’ said
Squeers. ‘You’ll always find a little bit of soap in the kitchen
window; that belongs to you.’

Nicholas opened his eyes, but not his mouth; and Squeers was
again going away, when he once more turned back.

‘I don’t know, I am sure,’ he said, ‘whose towel to put you on;
but if you’ll make shift with something tomorrow morning, Mrs
Squeers will arrange that, in the course of the day. My dear, don’t

‘I’ll take care,’ replied Mrs Squeers; ‘and mind you take care,
young man, and get first wash. The teacher ought always to have
it; but they get the better of him if they can.’

Mr Squeers then nudged Mrs Squeers to bring away the
brandy bottle, lest Nicholas should help himself in the night; and
the lady having seized it with great precipitation, they retired

Nicholas, being left alone, took half-a-dozen turns up and down
the room in a condition of much agitation and excitement; but,
growing gradually calmer, sat himself down in a chair, and
mentally resolved that, come what come might, he would
endeavour, for a time, to bear whatever wretchedness might be in

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