"Wonder how we're going to pay that interest money now?
Wonder how mother 'll take it ?" he said; yet he would have fought 'Lisha Robinson over again, knowing the same result.

He had not yet grown servile to his daily needs.
However, speeding along through the clear night, treading the snow flashing back the full moonlight in his eyes like a silver mirror, he dreaded more and more the meeting his mother and telling her the news.

He slackened his pace.

Now and then he stood still and looked up at the sky, where the great white moon rode through the hosts of the stars.

Without analyzing his thoughts, the boy felt the utter irresponsiveness of all glory and all heights.