When he reckoned it up properly, it was not at all so unreasonable, even if the lock did sometimes get out of order; and then--well, then one had to be both strong and neat-handed to get it open again.
No, it was right enough.

You only see that when you get inside, and so there must be police and masters and order in everything, so that it can lock.
Nikolai stood riveting and meditating down in the smithy.

He had now got his journeyman's credentials, and everything was rose-colour.

The fact that he and the world were becoming reconciled showed in shining characters over the whole of his broad face.

His short, strong figure moved with a newly-acquired, quick confidence at his work.
He worked now for journeyman's wages, and could save up a nice little sum each week.