I was still looking at them, and also at intervals examining the teachers--none of whom precisely pleased me; for the stout one was a little coarse, the dark one not a little fierce, the foreigner harsh and grotesque, and Miss Miller, poor thing! looked purple, weather-beaten, and over-worked--when, as my eye wandered from face to face, the whole school rose simultaneously, as if moved by a common spring.
Nessuna di esse mi piaceva; la grande era dura, la piccina pareva irascibile, la francese era rude e grottesca. La signorina Miller poi, così rossa in viso, pareva schiacciata sotto il peso dei pensieri.