No matter what way the weather blew its breath, cold or warm, cloudy or fair, rain or snow, the peace in his soul changed not.

His nature seemed to hold all of its sterner and fiercer traits in abeyance while he domiciled himself absolutely within his narrow and monotonous environment.

Since the dance at the river house a new content, like a soft and diffused sweetness, had crept through his blood with a vague, tingling sense of joy.
He began to like walking about rather aimlessly in the town's narrow streets, with the mud-daubed cabins on either hand.

This simple life under low, thatched roofs had a charm.

When a door was opened he could see a fire of logs on the ample hearth shooting its yellow tongues up the sooty chimney-throat.