He flung himself down in the same place again; he felt indisposed to walk.

He was conscious that his mood had vastly changed since the morning; his extraordinary, acute sense of his rights had been replaced by the familiar, chronic sense of his duties.

Only, his duties now seemed impracticable; he turned over and buried his face in his arms.

He lay so a long time, thinking of many things; the sum of them all was that Roderick had beaten him.

At last he was startled by an extraordinary sound; it took him a moment to perceive that it was a portentous growl of thunder.