It had various effects on the different boys.

It killed one in my day, and the doctor (who had been "in a difficulty" some years back, over a matter through which Mr.Crayshaw helped him with bail and testimony) certified to heart disease, and we all had our pocket-handkerchiefs washed, and went to the funeral.

And Snuffy had cards printed with a black edge, and several angels and a broken lily, and the hymn-- "Death has been here and borne away A brother from our side; Just in the morning of his day, As young as we he died." -- and sent them to all the parents.

But the pupils had to pay for the stamps.

And my dear mother cried dreadfully, first because she was so sorry for the boy, and secondly because she ever had felt uncharitably towards Mr.Crayshaw.
Crayshaw's cruelty crushed others, it made liars and sneaks of boys naturally honest, and it produced in Lorraine an unchildlike despair that was almost grand, so far was the spirit above the flesh in him.