Pride and Prejudice
Pride and Prejudice By Cassandra Morgan The lanky man in the tweed coat moved in front of the classroom with a purpose. He had a stick of chalk in his right hand, but he wasn't writing anything. Instead, he was using it as a pointer to emphasize his speech. He moved quickly from one side of the room to the other, his voice rising and falling, his hands gesturing widely. He was part preacher, part poet as he worked the room, his eyes locking on this student and that one in front of...