Select the correct text in the passage.
Which sentence slows down the pace to create mystery in the passage?

(6) Usually, at the beginning of school, there was a great uproar which could be heard in the street, desks opening and closing, lessons repeated aloud in unison, with our ears stuffed in order to learn quicker, and the teacher's stout [shout]:
(7) "A little more quiet!"
(8) I counted on all this noise to reach my bench unnoticed, but as it happened, that day everything was quiet, like a Sunday morning. Through the open window I saw my comrades already in their places, and Monsieur Hamel walking back and forth.... I had to open the door and enter, in the midst of that perfect silence. You can imagine whether I blushed and whether I was afraid!
(9) But no! Monsieur Hamel looked at me with no sign of anger and said very gently:
(10) "Go at once to your seat, my little Frantz; we were going to begin without you."
(11) I stepped over the bench and sat down at once at my desk. Not until then, when I had partly recovered from my fright, did I notice that our teacher had on his handsome blue coat, his plaited ruff, and the black embroidered breeches, which he wore on days of inspection or of distribution of prizes. Moreover, there was something extraordinary, something solemn about the whole class. . . .Select the correct text in the passage.
Which sentence slows down the pace to create mystery in the passage?

(6) Usually, at the beginning of school, there was a great uproar which could be heard in the street, desks opening and closing, lessons repeated aloud in unison, with our ears stuffed in order to learn quicker, and the teacher's stout [shout]:
(7) "A little more quiet!"
(8) I counted on all this noise to reach my bench unnoticed, but as it happened, that day everything was quiet, like a Sunday morning. Through the open window I saw my comrades already in their places, and Monsieur Hamel walking back and forth.... I had to open the door and enter, in the midst of that perfect silence. You can imagine whether I blushed and whether I was afraid!
(9) But no! Monsieur Hamel looked at me with no sign of anger and said very gently:
(10) "Go at once to your seat, my little Frantz; we were going to begin without you."
(11) I stepped over the bench and sat down at once at my desk. Not until then, when I had partly recovered from my fright, did I notice that our teacher had on his handsome blue coat, his plaited ruff, and the black embroidered breeches, which he wore on days of inspection or of distribution of prizes. Moreover, there was something extraordinary, something solemn about the whole class. . . .