It makes one look somehow so different from common folks.

Well, now, as soon as he raised his hand to strike me, a red flush shot into his face, like the blaze of an inward fire.

It was shame,--anger made him white--but shame turned him as red as blood.

His arm dropped down to his side,--then he laid his hand on the top of his head,--'Stay after school,' said he, 'I must talk with you.'" "And did you ?" I asked, hanging with breathless interest on his words.
"Yes; I have just left him." "He has not expelled you, Richard ?" "No; but he says I must ask his pardon before the whole school to-morrow.

It amounts to the same thing.