Ye can see for yourself," and her stout fist sunk into its middle.
"And there's your trunks and tin chest, and the hat-box is beside the wash-stand, and the waterproof coat's in the closet.

We have breakfast at seven o'clock, and ye'll eat down-stairs wid me and John.

And now good night to ye." Felix thanked her for her attention in his simple, straightforward way, and, closing the door upon her, dropped into a chair.
The night's experience had been like a sudden awakening.

His anxiety over his dwindling finances and his disappointment over Carlin's news had been put to flight by the suffering of the man who had tried to rob him.

There were depths, then, to which human suffering might drive a man, depths he himself had never imagined or reached--horrible, deadly depths, without light or hope, benumbing the best in a man, destroying his purposes by slow, insidious stages.
He arose from his chair and began walking up and down the small room, stopping now and then to inspect a bureau drawer or to readjust one of the curtains shading the panes of glass.