Polly stood open-mouthed; it was a side of Sowerbutt she
had never seen before. Seconds earlier the room at the Boyd Institute in
Canning Town had been bedlam. Forty or so boys pushing and fighting;
a couple of dozen girls giggling, dancing and shouting. Within seconds of
Sowerbutt and Spaghetti walking in, the children had taken their seats more or less quietly. “Respect,” said Bob Hawks, walking up behind the red-haired woman.
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