Then Aaron, who had stood motionless as if turned to a pillar of salt, went quietly down the passage and into the living room.

His face was very pale, ghastly-looking.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the mantel, as he passed, and felt weak, as if he were really a criminal.
But his heart did not relax, nevertheless.

So he hurried into the night, down the garden, climbed the fence into the field, and went away across the field in the rain, towards the highroad.
He felt sick in every fibre.

He almost hated the little handbag he carried, which held his flute and piccolo.