But as he went past the window he looked in.

She saw him pale, his brows knit slightly in a way that had become constant with him, his eyes dark with pain.
She rose and went to the doorway to wave good-bye to him as he passed through the gate.

He rode slowly under the pine-trees, feeling a cur and a miserable wretch.

His bicycle went tilting down the hills at random.
He thought it would be a relief to break one's neck.
Two days later he sent her up a book and a little note, urging her to read and be busy.
At this time he gave all his friendship to Edgar.

He loved the family so much, he loved the farm so much; it was the dearest place on earth to him.