His legs ached with standing hour after hour on the narrow form, and his head, lifted three feet higher than usual into the heated atmosphere of the room, swam ominously.
Freddy, after waiting about dismally for half an hour, had gone home alone.

The voices of boys remaining to play or talk in the yard outside had one after another ceased.

Jeffreys had long since taken himself and his books elsewhere, and only Jonah was left to keep watch over his prisoner.
The boy made a tremendous effort to master the dates, but they went through him like water through a sieve.

He could not even keep his eyes on the book, and when he turned them towards the master's desk, Jonah seemed to be half hidden in mist.

He edged cautiously to the end of the form nearest the wall, where at least he might get a little support.