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'Good night, sir,' I replied. ¡¡¡¡I thought of him very much after I went to bed, and raised myself, I recollect, to look at him where he lay in the moonlight, with his handsome face turned up, and his head reclining easily on his arm. He was a person of great power in my eyes; that was, of course, the reason of my mind running on him. No veiled future dimly glanced upon him in the moonbeams. There was no shadowy picture of his footsteps, in the garden that I dreamed of walking in all night. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡CHAPTER 7 MY 'FIRST HALF' AT SALEM HOUSE ¡¡¡¡ School began in earnest next day. A profound impression was made upon me, I remember, by the roar of voices in the schoolroom suddenly becoming hushed as death when Mr. Creakle entered afte
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r breakfast, and stood in the doorway looking round upon us like a giant in a story-book surveying his captives. ¡¡¡¡Tungay stood at Mr. Creakle's elbow. He had no occasion, I thought, to cry out 'Silence!' so ferociously, for the boys were all struck speechless and motionless. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Creakle was seen to speak, and Tungay was heard, to this effect. ¡¡¡¡'Now, boys, this is a new half. Take care what you're about, in this new half. Come fresh up to the lessons, I advise you, for I come fresh up to the punishment. I won't flinch. It will be of no use your rubbing yourselves; you won't rub the marks out that I shall give you. Now get to work, every boy!'