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63 This early trial of yours that is fit to make your little heart burst, and your very eyes come out of your head with crying, what is it? Nothing; less than nothing. You are leaving your friends, but you will have a father in me, my dear, and a mother in Mrs Squeers. At the delightful village of Dotheboys, near Greta Bridge in Yorkshire, where youth are boarded, clothed, booked, washed, furnished with pocket-money, provided with all necessaries--’ ‘It is the gentleman,’ observed the stranger, stopping the schoolmaster in the rehearsal of his advertisement. ‘Mr Squeers, I believe, sir?’ ‘The same, sir,’ said Mr Squeers, with an assumption of extreme surprise. ‘The gentleman,’ said the stranger, ‘that advertised in the Times newspaper?’ ‘--Morning Post, Chronicle, Herald, and Advertiser, regarding the Academy called Dotheboys Hall at the delightful village of Dotheboys, near Greta Bridge in Yorkshire,’ added Mr Squeers. ‘You come on business, sir. I see by my young friends. How do you do, my little gentleman? and how do you do, sir?’ With this salutation Mr Squeers patted the heads of two hollow-eyed, small- boned little boys, whom the applicant had brought with him, and waited for further communications. ‘I am in the oil and colour way. My name is Snawley, sir,’ said the stranger. Squeers inclined his head as much as to say, ‘And a remarkably pretty name, too.’ The stranger continued. ‘I have been thinking, Mr Squeers, of placing my two boys at your school.’ ‘It is not for me to say so, sir,’ replied Mr Squeers, ‘but I don’t |
