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'You're the new boy?' he said. 'Yes, sir,' I said. I supposed I was. I didn't know. 'I'm one of the masters at Salem House,' he said. I made him a bow and felt very much overawed. I was so ashamed to allude to a commonplace thing like my box, to a scholar and a master at Salem House, that we had gone some little distance from the yard before I had the hardihood to mention it. We turned back, on my humbly insinuating that it might be useful to me hereafter; and he told the clerk that the carrier had instructions to call for it at noon. 'If you please, sir,' I said, when we had accomplished about the same distance as before, 'is it far?' 'It's down by Blackheath,' he said. 'Is that far, sir?' I diffidently asked. 'It's a good step,' he said. 'We shall go by the stage-coach. It's about