The horrible fits came back, again and again.

Day after day, our dull lives went monotonously on.

I almost began now to believe, with Lucilla, that a crisis of some sort must be at hand.
"This cannot last," I used to say to myself--generally when I was very hungry.

"Something will happen before the year comes to an end." The month of December began; and something happened at last.

The family troubles at the rectory were matched by family troubles of my own.