"Stop Pushing!" cried a terrible voice, as a teacher started up from the canteen at the side of the pushing children. "Keep back, you little devil or i'll cut your throat!"
A fearful man, all in coarse gray, with a great power over the children. The proctor. A man with grey hair, and with a long black suit and with black shoes. I pointed out to where the younger years lay, on the flat corridor behind the trays. The man, after looking at me for a moment, sent me back, with a small grin, thinking he had stopped me...
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