Then, with decidedly impaired energy, I punched the bundle back into its place, slammed down the lid, and returned to the schoolroom just in time to regain my place before Dr Plummer made his entry.
"You'll give yourself heart-disease if you rush up and down stairs like that," said Tempest as I handed him the book.

"You look fishier than ever." "Latin grammar, juniors," announced the doctor.

"Close books.

Jones, stand up and decline _gradus_." I declined, and fell.

The excitements of the past six hours had demoralised me altogether.