And there was no answering it.

So we slunk back to our places, nursing our wrath in our bosoms, and vowing all sorts of vengeance on the Henniker.
Nor were we the only boys in this condition of mind.

Whether it was the Henniker was thoroughly upset by her toothache, or by Hawkesbury's bad conduct and Smith's impertinence, I cannot say, but for the next day or two she even excelled herself in the way she went on.
There was nothing we could do, or think, or devise, that she did not pounce upon and punish us for.

Some were detained, some were set to impositions, some were flogged, some were reduced to bread and water, some had most if not all of their worldly goods confiscated.

Even Hawkesbury shared the general fate, and for a whole week all Stonebridge House groaned as it had never groaned before.
Then we could stand it no longer.