But now, when all the hours of the night are before him, his nervous energy has been sapped away.

You get no spirit in a tired horse.

It shies at nothing, but drags one foot wearily after another until the stable door is reached.
This is the actual condition of things that the young men and women find when they have burnt their boats, have left the country for the illusory joys of the town.

There may be greater possibilities of enjoyment; but this huge, carnivorous plant--this gigantic city of London--has only displayed its attractions in order to gain its prey.
They are drawn by the colours of the petals, they come to the honeyed perfume of its scent; but once caught in the prison of its embrace, there is only the slow poison of forced labour that eats its deadly way into the very heart of their vitality.
In one of these offices off Covent Garden, under a green-shaded lamp that cast its metallic rays on to the typewriting machine before her, sat one of the young lady clerks in the establishment of Bonsfield & Co., a firm of book-buyers.

They carried on a promiscuous trade with America and the Colonies, and managed, by the straining of ends, to meet their expenses and show a small margin of profit.