When you take the liberty of calling me mean or base, or anything of that sort, you are an impudent beggar.

You are always a beggar, you know; but when you do that, you are an impudent beggar.' I am not clear whether he was going to strike Mr.Mell, or Mr.Mell was going to strike him, or there was any such intention on either side.
I saw a rigidity come upon the whole school as if they had been turned into stone, and found Mr.Creakle in the midst of us, with Tungay at his side, and Mrs.and Miss Creakle looking in at the door as if they were frightened.

Mr.Mell, with his elbows on his desk and his face in his hands, sat, for some moments, quite still.
'Mr.Mell,' said Mr.Creakle, shaking him by the arm; and his whisper was so audible now, that Tungay felt it unnecessary to repeat his words; 'you have not forgotten yourself, I hope ?' 'No, sir, no,' returned the Master, showing his face, and shaking his head, and rubbing his hands in great agitation.

'No, sir.No.I have remembered myself, I--no, Mr.Creakle, I have not forgotten myself, I--I have remembered myself, sir.

I--I--could wish you had remembered me a little sooner, Mr.Creakle.