The same fight and the same satisfaction in the fight was witnessed whenever a tram-car stopped, or when it heaved its way into sight.

Then the struggle to mount on board became desperate and savage, but stimulating.
Souls surcharged with hostility found now some outlet for their feelings.
As he came near the little market-place he bethought himself of the Christmas-tree candles.

He did not intend to trouble himself.

And yet, when he glanced in passing into the sweet-shop window, and saw it bare as a board, the very fact that he probably _could not_ buy the things made him hesitate, and try.
"Have you got any Christmas-tree candles ?" he asked as he entered the shop.
"How many do you want ?" "A dozen." "Can't let you have a dozen.

You can have two boxes--four in a box--eight.