He stood away from the door until he could master the flow of tears; then he went in, carefully selected a box which was empty, and pledged the violin for ten shillings.

The man refused to lend him more, and he could not argue.
That fit of weeping seemed to have affected him for ill; going forth again into the cold, he trembled violently, and by no effort could recover himself.

He had to sit down upon a door-step.

The chillness of his blood, which yet beat feverishly at his temples, affected him with a dread lest he should not have strength to reach home.

His thoughts would not obey his will; again and again he fell into torment of apprehension, asking himself how to find money for the rent that was due, and only with a painful effort of mind remembering the ten shillings in his pocket.