The teacher and the scholars came rushing to the door.

Elmira wailed and sobbed in the background.

The slight boy was holding great 'Lisha on the ground with a strength that seemed uncanny.
'Lisha's nose was bleeding; he breathed hard; his eyes, upturned to Jerome, had a ghastly roll.

"Let me--up, will ye ?" he choked, faintly.
"Will you ever say anything like that again ?" "Let me up, will ye ?" 'Lisha gave a convulsive gasp that was almost a sob.
"Jerome!" called the teacher.

She was a young woman from another village, mildly and assentingly good, virtue having, like the moon, only its simply illuminated side turned towards her vision.