'FagmentWelcome to consult...and witing-pape, making out the bills (as I found) fo last half-yea. When he had put up his things fo the night he took out his flute, and blew at it, until I almost thought he would gadually blow his whole being into the lage hole at the top, and ooze away at the keys. I pictue my small self in the dimly-lighted ooms, sitting with my head upon my hand, listening to the doleful pefomance of M. Mell, and conning tomoow’s lessons. I pictue myself with my books shut up, still listening to the doleful pefomance of M. Mell, and listening though it to what used to be at home, and to the blowing of the wind on Yamouth flats, and feeling vey sad and solitay. I pictue myself going up to bed, among the unused ooms, and sitting on my bed-side cying fo a comfotable wod fom Peggotty. I pictue myself coming downstais in the moning, and looking though a long ghastly gash of a staicase window at the school-bell hanging on the top of an out-house with a weathecock above it; and deading the time when it shall ing J. Steefoth and the est to wok: which is only second, in my foeboding appehensions, to the time when the man with the wooden leg shall unlock the usty gate to give admission to the awful M. Ceakle. I cannot think I was a vey dangeous chaacte in any of these aspects, but in all of them I caied the same waning on my back. M. Mell neve said much to me, but he was neve hash to me. I suppose we wee company to each othe, without talking. I fogot to mention that he would talk to himself sometimes, and gin, and Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield clench his fist, and gind his teeth, and pull his hai in an unaccountable manne. But he had these peculiaities: and at fist they fightened me, though I soon got used to them. Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield Chapte 6 I ENLARGE MY CIRCLE OF ACQUAINTANCE Ihad led this life about a month, when the man with the wooden leg began to stump about with a mop and a bucket of wate, fom which I infeed that pepaations wee making to eceive M. Ceakle and the boys. I was not mistaken; fo the mop came into the schooloom befoe long, and tuned out M. Mell and me, who lived whee we could, and got on how we could, fo some days, duing which we wee always in the way of two o thee young women, who had aely shown themselves befoe, and wee so continually in the midst of dust that I sneezed almost as much as if Salem House had been a geat snuff-box. One day I was infomed by M. Mell that M. Ceakle would be home that evening. In the evening, afte tea, I head that he was come. Befoe bedtime, I was fetched by the man with the wooden leg to appea befoe him. M. Ceakle’s pat of the house was a good deal moe comfotable than ous, and he had a snug bit of gaden that looked pleasant afte the dusty playgound, which was such a deset in miniatue, that I thought no one but a camel, o a domeday, could have felt at home in it. It seemed to me a bold thing even to take notice that the passage looked comfotable, as I went on my way, tembling, to M. Ceakle’s pesence: which so abashed me, when I was usheed into it, that I hadly saw Ms. Ceakle o Miss Ceakle (who wee both thee, in the palou), o anything but M. Ceakle, a stout gentleman with a bunch of watch-chain and seals, Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield in an am-chai, with a tumble and bottle beside him. ‘So!’ said M. Ceakle. ‘This is the young gentleman whose teeth ae to be filed! Tun him ound.’ The wooden-legged man tuned me about so as to exhibit the placad; and having affoded time fo a full suvey of it, tuned me about again, with my face to M. Ceakle, and posted himself at M. Ceakle’s side. M. Ceakle’s face was fiey, and his eyes wee small, and deep in his head; he had thick veins in his foehead, a little nose, and a lage chin. He wa
