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She knew if she let go the boy he would dash to the door

Already he had run home once out of her class So she snatched

her cane fro and kicking She saw his face beneath her, white, with

eyes like the eyes of a fish, stony, yet full of hate and

horrible fear And she loathed hi

that was nearly too much for her In horror lest he should

overcoht down

the cane again and again, whilst he struggledvicious kicks at her With one

hand she ed to hold him, and now and then the cane ca But the pain of the

strokes cut through his writhing, vicious, coward's courage, bit

deeper, till at last, with a long whio, and he rushed at her, his teeth and

eyes glinting There was a second of agonized terror in her

heart: he was a beast thing Then she caught him, and the cane

caed and

writhed, to kick her But again the cane broke hi yell on the floor, and like a beaten beast lay there

yelling

Mr Harby had rushed up towards the end of this

performance

"What's theto break in her

"I've thrashed hi