Even yet the day's toil was not ended.
Godwin sometimes read long after midnight, with the result that, when at length he tried to sleep, exhaustion of mind and body kept him for a long time feverishly wakeful.
These hardships he concealed from the people at Twybridge.

Complaint, it seemed to him, would be ungrateful, for sacrifices were already made on his behalf.

His father, as he well remembered, was wont to relate, with a kind of angry satisfaction, the miseries through which he had fought his way to education and the income-tax.

Old enough now to reflect with compassionate understanding upon that life of conflict, Godwin resolved that he too would bear the burdens inseparable from poverty, and in some moods was even glad to suffer as his father had done.

Fortunately he had a sound basis of health, and hunger and vigils would not easily affect his constitution.