The Sins of the Father - By Jeffrey Archer Page 0,78
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After twenty minutes of going back over what he called the basics he invited the class to turn to page 72 of Little Women. Numbers weren't a problem for Maisie, and she quickly turned to the correct page. He then invited a woman in the third row to stand and read the first paragraph, while the rest of the class followed each sentence word for word. Maisie placed a finger at the top of the page and tried desperately to follow the narrative, but she soon lost her place.
When the schoolmaster asked an elderly man in the front row to read the same passage a second time, Maisie was able to identify some of the words, but she was praying that Arnold wouldn't ask her to be next. She breathed a sigh of relief when someone else was invited to read the paragraph again. When the new reader sat down, Maisie bowed her head, but she didn't escape.
'And finally, I'm going to ask Mrs Clifton to stand up and read us the same passage.'
Maisie rose uncertainly from her place and tried to concentrate. She recited the entire paragraph almost word for word, without once looking down at the page. But then, she had spent so many years having to remember long, complicated restaurant orders.
Mr Holcombe gave her a warm smile as she sat down. 'What a remarkable memory you have, Mrs Clifton.' No one else seemed to pick up the significance of his words. 'I would now like to move on and discuss the meaning of certain words in that paragraph. In the second line, for example, you'll see the word betrothal, an old-fashioned word. Can anyone give me a more modern example, that has the same meaning?'
Several hands shot up, and Maisie's would have been among them if she hadn't recognized a familiar heavy step heading towards the classroom door.
'Miss Wilson,' said the schoolmaster.
'Marriage,' said Miss Wilson as the door burst open and Maisie's brother barged into the room. He stopped in front of the blackboard, his eyes darting from person to person.
'Can I help you?' asked Mr Holcombe politely.
'No,' said Stan. 'I've come to collect what's rightfully mine, so keep your mouth shut, schoolmaster, if you know what's good for you, and mind your own business.' His eyes settled on Maisie.
Maisie had intended to tell him at breakfast that it would be another week before she found out if Mr Prendergast's valued customer had accepted her counter-offer. But as Stan walked purposefully towards her, she knew she wasn't going to be able to convince him that she didn't have the money.
'Where's my cash?' he demanded long before he'd reached her desk.
'I haven't got it yet,' said Maisie. 'You're going to have to wait another week.'
'Like hell I am,' said Stan, who grabbed her by the hair and began to drag her, screaming, out from behind her desk. As he moved towards the door, the rest of the class sat mesmerized. Only one man stood in his path.
'Get out of my way, schoolmaster.'
'I suggest you let go of your sister, Mr Tancock, if you don't want to be in even more trouble than you already are.'
'From you and whose army?' laughed Stan. 'If you don't fuck off, mate, I'll knock your teeth right down your throat, and I promise you, that won't be a pretty sight.'
Stan didn't see the first punch coming, and when it landed in his solar plexus, he bent double, so he could be excused for not recovering before the second blow landed on his chin. The third sent him sprawling to the ground like a felled oak.
Stan lay on the floor, clutching his stomach, expecting a boot to be put in. The schoolmaster towered over him, and waited for him to recover. When he finally did, Stan rose unsteadily to his feet, never once taking his eyes off the schoolmaster as he edged slowly towards the door. When he thought he was at a safe distance, he looked back at Maisie, who was still lying on the floor, curled up in a ball, sobbing quietly.
'You'd better not come home till you've got my money, my girl,' he growled, 'if you know what's good for you!' Without another word he stormed out into the corridor.
Even after Maisie heard the door slam, she was still too frightened to move. The rest of the class gathered up their books and slipped quietly out of the room. No one would be visiting the pub that night.