Will you hold that noise, sir ?' 'Ye--ye--yes,' sobbed the little boy, rubbing his face very hard with the Beggar's Petition in printed calico.
'Then do so at once, sir,' said Squeers.

'Do you hear ?' As this admonition was accompanied with a threatening gesture, and uttered with a savage aspect, the little boy rubbed his face harder, as if to keep the tears back; and, beyond alternately sniffing and choking, gave no further vent to his emotions.
'Mr Squeers,' said the waiter, looking in at this juncture; 'here's a gentleman asking for you at the bar.' 'Show the gentleman in, Richard,' replied Mr Squeers, in a soft voice.
'Put your handkerchief in your pocket, you little scoundrel, or I'll murder you when the gentleman goes.' The schoolmaster had scarcely uttered these words in a fierce whisper, when the stranger entered.

Affecting not to see him, Mr Squeers feigned to be intent upon mending a pen, and offering benevolent advice to his youthful pupil.
'My dear child,' said Mr Squeers, 'all people have their trials.

This early trial of yours that is fit to make your little heart burst, and your very eyes come out of your head with crying, what is it?
Nothing; less than nothing.

You are leaving your friends, but you will have a father in me, my dear, and a mother in Mrs Squeers.