Rage, passion unspeakable, a sudden and animal hate of this lick-spittle and supine toady shook him to the heart's core.

Yet he managed to control himself, not through any personal apprehension, but because of the great work he knew still lay before him.

At all hazards, come what might, he must stay on, there, at the Oakwood Heights plant.

Nothing, now, must come between him and that one supreme labor.
Thus he controlled himself, with an effort so tremendous that it wrenched his very soul.

This trouble, whatever it might be, must not be noised about.