You will never presume to enter through the doors of this school again.
Go, sir!" From Phin came an angry snarl of defiance.

He tried to shout out, to tell the principal and his late fellow students how little, or less than little, he cared about their opinions.
But the words stuck in his throat.

Ere he could try again, a hiss arose from one quarter of the room.

The hiss grew and swelled.
Phin realized, though he dared not look about him any longer, that the hissing came as much from the girls as from the boys.
Drayne did not attempt to bend over his desk.

Instead, he marched swiftly down the half of the aisle, then past the platform toward the door.
"Mr.Drayne," called Dr.Thornton, "you have not taken your books, or paper or other desk materials." "I leave them, sir," shouted Phin, above the tumult of hissing, "for the use of some of your many pauper students." Then he went out, slamming the door after him.