He sighed, and glanced with a radiant, childlike, tender look at Pierre`s face, flushed and rapturous, but yet shy before his superior friend.

‘I’ll have it out of somebody, I tell you,’ said Squeers, his usual harsh crafty manner changed to open bullying ‘None of your whining vapourings here, Mr Puppy, but be off to your kennel, for it’s past your bedtime! Come! Get out!’