Take out your books now! "Each time our teacher would start like this, straight to the point. Facing our teacher in such an occasion and in such an atmosphere, we did feel ashamed and embarrassed."
We could see it everywhere from his works, either in the cube of color by plain knife stroke, or lines sculled by knife without any pondering, creating a kind of incomparable yet inevitable passion.
The young man much resented this directness of attack, and in the war of words which followed when they met he did not scruple publicly to insult Mr Clare, without respect for his gray hairs.