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And now I fell into a state of neglect, which I cannot look back upon without sorrow. I was as one alone -- apart from all friendly notice, apart from the society of all other boys of my own age, apart from all companionship but my own spiritless thoughts, -- which seems to cast its gloom upon this paper as I write.
What would I have given to have been sent to the hardest school that ever was kept -- to have been taught something, anyhow, anywhere? No such hope dawned upon me. They disliked me; and they steadily overlooked me. I think Mr. Murdstone's means were straitened at about this time; but it is little to the purpose. He could not bear me; and in putting me from him he tried, as I believe, to put away the notion that I had any claim upon him -- and succeeded.