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full hour. Everything remaining perfectly quiet, he got into Mr
Squeers’s bed, once more, and drawing the clothes over his head,
laughed till he was nearly smothered.
If there could only have been somebody by, to see how the
bedclothes shook, and to see the Yorkshireman’s great red face
and round head appear above the sheets, every now and then, like
some jovial monster coming to the surface to breathe, and once
more dive down convulsed with the laughter which came bursting
forth afresh--that somebody would have been scarcely less
amused than John Browdie himself.