He would sell his furniture and work like any other man, like any other beginner.
This manful and painful resolution spurred his courage; he rose and went to the window, leaning his forehead against the pane.

He had been poor; he could become poor again.

After all he should not die of it.

His eyes were fixed on the gas lamp burning at the opposite side of the street.
A woman, much belated, happened to pass; suddenly he thought of Mme.
Rosemilly with a pang at his heart, the shock of deep feeling which comes of a cruel suggestion.

All the dire results of his decision rose up before him together.