It was exultation, an involuntary outburst of the change that was working within him.

He felt, suddenly, that a dark and purposeless world had slipped behind him.

It was gone.

It was as if he had come out of a dark and gloomy cavern, in which the air had been vitiated and in which he had been cramped for breath--a cavern which fluttered with the uneasy ghosts of things, poisonous things.

Here was the sun.