In the same absent-minded way he drew out one of the trunks, unlocked it, paused now and then with some garment in his hand only to awake again to consciousness and resume his task, pushing the trunk back at last under the bed and continuing his walk about the narrow room, always haunted by the tramp's haggard, hopeless look.
Again he felt the mysterious sense of kinship in pain that wipes away all distinctions.

With it, too, there came suddenly another sense--that of an overwhelming compassion out of which new purposes are born to human souls.
The encounter, then, had been both a blessing and a warning.

He would now stand guard against the onslaught of his own sorrows while keeping up the fight, and this with renewed vigor.

He would earn money, too, since this was so necessary, laboring with his hands, if need be; and he would do it all with a wide-open heart..