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when the man with the wooden leg shall unlock the rusty
gate to give admission to the awful Mr. Creakle. I cannot
think I was a very dangerous character in any of these as-
pects, but in all of them I carried the same warning on my
back.
Mr. Mell never said much to me, but he was never harsh
to me. I suppose we were company to each other, without
talking. I forgot to mention that he would talk to himself
sometimes, and grin, and clench his fist, and grind his teeth,
and pull his hair in an unaccountable manner. But he had
these peculiarities: and at first they frightened me, though I
soon got used to them.