He pitied her, and, as is so often the case, pity was but fuel to passion.

He swept from his mind all obstinate debatings.

Passion should be a law unto itself.

Let the future bring things about as it would.
He had risen late, and by the time he had finished a hasty breakfast it was eleven o'clock.

Half an hour after he went up the stairs of the lodging-house and knocked at the familiar door.
But his knock met with no answer.