The rat like boy sat with his pale smile and did not move.
Come in front, she repeated, definite now.
I shan’t, he cried, snarling, rat-like, grinning. Something went click in Ursula’s soul. Her face and eyes set, she went through the class straight. The boy cowered before her glowering, fixed eyes. But she advanced on him, seized him by the arm, and dragged him from his seat. He clung to the form. It was the battle between him and her. Her instinct had suddenly become calm and quick. She jerked from his grip, and dragged him, struggling and kicking, to the front. He kicked her several times and clung to the forms as he passed, but she went on. The class was on its feet in excitement. She saw it, and made no move.