I am damned!" "You had better not think of it at all," Rowland cried, "than think in that way." "There is only one way.

I have been hideous!" And he broke off and marched away with his long, elastic step, swinging his stick.

Rowland watched him and at the end of a moment called to him.

Roderick stopped and looked at him in silence, and then abruptly turned, and disappeared below the crest of a hill.
Rowland passed the remainder of the day uncomfortably.

He was half irritated, half depressed; he had an insufferable feeling of having been placed in the wrong, in spite of his excellent cause.