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Chapter 95
I got upon the desk immediately, apprehensive of at least a great dog underneath. But, though I looked all round with anxious eyes, I could see nothing of him. I was still engaged in peering about, when Mr. Mell came back, and asked me what I did up there? 'I beg your pardon, sir,' says I, 'if you please, I'm looking for the dog.' 'Dog?' he says. 'What dog?' 'Isn't it a dog, sir?' 'Isn't what a dog?' 'That's to be taken care of, sir; that bites.' 'No, Copperfield,' says he, gravely, 'that's not a dog. That's a boy. My instructions are, Copperfield, to put this placard on your back. I am sorry to make such a beginning with you, but I must do it.' With that he took me down, and tied the placard, which was neatly constructed for the purpose, on my shoulders like a knapsack; and wherever
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