“Ah, Miss Clieshman. Don"t be angry. You behave impeccably. It"s hard for you, not among your own kind, and living away from home.”
“Will that be all, Mr Malone?”
“No, Miss Clieshman. I worked to bring you to St Mary"s and I"d like you to stay. Not everyone in the school approves of a Protestant teacher; they"d have you removed.”
“I see.”
I wanted to strangle the teachers who hated Cliesh.
“Stay a moment. Ronsard has an injured face. Don"t ask him what happened.”
I wanted James Malone to shut up.
“Was he fighting; is he all right?”
“Yes, but feeling sorry for himself.”
“What happened?”
“He objected to rude remarks the class hard men made about you. They attacked him. He blacked an eye and split a lip before he was knocked to the ground. That"s when I stopped them.”
“That"s awful
