To this end, I had sat well back on the form, and while seeming to be busy with my sum, had held my slate in such a manner as to conceal my face: I might have escaped notice, had not my treacherous slate somehow happened to slip from my hand, and falling with an obtrusive crash, directly drawn every eye upon me; I knew it was all over now, and, as I stooped to pick up the two fragments of slate, I rallied my forces for the worst.
A táblát úgy tartottam kezemben, hogy arcomat eltakarja. Talán nem is vett volna észre Mr. Brocklehurst, ha az áruló palatábla ki nem csúszik kezemből, és nagy csattanással le nem esik.