He had saved some money from his allowance as bedesman and from his pension, and might occasionally have taken an outside place on a coach, had it not been that he shrank from the first look of every stranger upon his disfigured face.

Yet the gentle, wistful eyes, and the white and faultless teeth always did away with the first impression as soon as people became a little acquainted with his appearance.
It was February when Philip left St Sepulchre's.

It was the first week in April when he began to recognize the familiar objects between York and Monkshaven.

And now he began to hang back, and to question the wisdom of what he had done--just as the warden had prophesied that he would.

The last night of his two hundred mile walk he slept at the little inn at which he had been enlisted nearly two years before.