No more shame; no more shirking or shrinking; no more lingering on the irrevocable.

He squarely faced the future, and, with his will like his father's, set dogged and unconquerable energy to battering at the obstacles before him.

"All a man needs," said he to himself, at the end of the first day of real work, "is a purpose.

He never knows where he's at until he gets one.

And once he gets it, he can't rest till he has accomplished it." What was his purpose?
He didn't know--beyond a feeling that he must lift himself from his present position of being an object of pity to all Saint X and the sort of man that hasn't the right to ask any woman to be his wife..