He started off.
Even his progress through the town seemed wonderful, quite unattended at last, as he had always all his life longed to be.

So soon as he left Orange Street and entered the market he was caught into a great crowd.
It was all stirring and humming with a noise such as the bonfire had all day been making.

It was his first introduction to the world--he had never been in a large crowd before--and it is not to be denied but that his heart beat thick and his knees trembled a little.

But he pulled himself together.

Who was he to be afraid?
But the books under his arm were a nuisance.