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There
was
a
burst
of
laughter
from
the
boys
,
which
so
thoroughly
put
the
poor
lad
out
of
countenance
that
he
did
not
know
whether
to
keep
his
cap
in
his
hand
,
leave
it
on
the
ground
,
or
put
it
on
his
head
.
He
sat
down
again
and
placed
it
on
his
knee
.
"
Rise
,
"
repeated
the
master
,
"
and
tell
me
your
name
.
"
The
new
boy
articulated
in
a
stammering
voice
an
unintelligible
name
.
"
Again
!
"
The
same
sputtering
of
syllables
was
heard
,
drowned
by
the
tittering
of
the
class
.
"
Louder
!
"
cried
the
master
;
"
louder
!
"
The
"
new
fellow
"
then
took
a
supreme
resolution
,
opened
an
inordinately
large
mouth
,
and
shouted
at
the
top
of
his
voice
as
if
calling
someone
in
the
word
"
Charbovari
.
"
A
hubbub
broke
out
,
rose
in
crescendo
with
bursts
of
shrill
voices
(
they
yelled
,
barked
,
stamped
,
repeated
"
Charbovari
!
Charbovari
"
)
,
then
died
away
into
single
notes
,
growing
quieter
only
with
great
difficulty
,
and
now
and
again
suddenly
recommencing
along
the
line
of
a
form
whence
rose
here
and
there
,
like
a
damp
cracker
going
off
,
a
stifled
laugh
.
However
,
amid
a
rain
of
impositions
,
order
was
gradually
re-established
in
the
class
;
and
the
master
having
succeeded
in
catching
the
name
of
"
Charles
Bovary
,
"
having
had
it
dictated
to
him
,
spelt
out
,
and
re-read
,
at
once
ordered
the
poor
devil
to
go
and
sit
down
on
the
punishment
form
at
the
foot
of
the
master
's
desk
.
He
got
up
,
but
before
going
hesitated
.
"
What
are
you
looking
for
?
"
asked
the
master
.
