What must this world be that it could change itself so instantly from a place of gay and happy pleasure into a dim groping room of punishment and dismay?
His feelings were utterly confused.

He supposed that he was terribly wicked.

But he did not feel wicked.

He only felt miserable, sick and defiant.

Mary and Helen came in, their eyes open to a crisis, their bodies tuned sympathetically to the atmosphere of sin and crime that they discerned around them.
Then Mr.Cole came in as was his daily habit--for a moment before his breakfast.
"Well, here are you all," he cried.