“Here I sit at the desk again, watching his eye, as he rules out a ciphering book, with a pocket handkerchief. I have plenty to do. I don’t watch his eye in idleness but because I am morbidly attracted to it, in a dread desire to know what he will do next, and whether itContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Cruel Mr. Creakle Looks for His Next Victim (Charles Dickens)”
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