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.
A kövérkés kicsit közönséges volt, a sötét hajú nagyon is mord, a francia érdes és furcsa. Szegény Miller kisasszonynak égett az arca, fáradt volt, agyonhajszolt.