I flung the money, as an asp that had stung me, over the high wall, and tore the note into shreds.
Having thus idly vented my rage, a dull gnawing sorrow came heavily down upon all other emotions, stifling and replacing them.

At the mouth of the lane I halted.

I shrank from the thought of the crowded streets beyond; I shrank yet more from the routine of duties, which stretched before me in the desert into which daily life was so suddenly smitten.

I sat down by the roadside, shading my dejected face with a nervous hand.
I looked up as the sound of steps reached my ear, and saw Dr.Jones coming briskly along the lane, evidently from Abbots' House.

He must have been there at the very time I had called.