He drew his horse in so sharply that it reared and pawed in amazement and indignation at the bit's coarse insult to thoroughbred instincts for courteous treatment.

He knew Arthur was at work in the factory; but he did not expect to see him in workman's dress, with a dinner pail in his hand.

And from his height, he, clad in the carefully careless, ostentatiously unostentatious garments of the "perfect gentleman," gazed speechless at the spectacle.
Arthur reddened violently.

Not all the daily contrasts thrust upon him in those months at the cooperage had so brought home to his soul the differences of caste.

And there came to him for the first time that hatred of inequalities which, repulsive though it is in theory, is yet the true nerver of the strong right arm of progress.