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“Paul watched him amble into his class-room at the end of the passage, where a burst of applause greeted his arrival. Dumb with terror, he went into his own class-room. Ten boys sat before him, their hands folded, their eyes bright with expectation. ‘Good morning, sir,’ said the one nearest him. ‘Good morning,’ said Paul. ‘Good morning, sir,’ said the next. ‘Good morning,’ said Paul. ‘Good morning, sir,’ said the next. ‘Oh, shut up,’ said Paul. At this the boy took out a handkerchief and began to cry quietly.” — Evelyn Waugh
Paul watched him amble into his class-room at the end of the passage, where a burst of applause greeted his arrival. Dumb with terror, he went into his own class-room.
Ten boys sat before him, their hands folded, their eyes bright with expectation.
‘Good morning, sir,’ said the one nearest him.
‘Good morning,’ said Paul.
‘Good morning, sir,’ said the next.
‘Good morning,’ said Paul.
‘Good morning, sir,’ said the next.
‘Oh, shut up,’ said Paul.
At this the boy took out a handkerchief and began to cry quietly.