Perhaps so.
But out of our great weakness sometimes grows our strength; out of our bitterest disappointments our sternest resolution.

By-and-by such weakness will strengthen; such folly will breed wisdom.
Thus Rowland remained for some time, with unkind and unholy thoughts and feelings rushing through his mind, like the howling winds through the air in a great storm.

Afterwards, he prayed humbly to be forgiven those devilish feelings of anger, pride, hatred of life and mistrust of God's goodness that assailed him in that hour of misery.

But for the time, they were darting to and fro, and casting out every good thought, and hopeful purpose from his soul, like demons as they were.
But strength came at last, and like one arising out of a horrid dream, Rowland got up from his anguish, and looked out into the night.

The moon was too tender and beautiful for his mood at that time; he roughly drew down the blind, took a box of matches from the table, and lighted a candle.