His shoulder twitched under Mr.Jennings's hand.

He meditated pushing between these interlopers and running for home.

The New England constraint, to which he had been born, was to him as a shell of defence and decency, and these men had had a glimpse of him outside it.

He was horribly ashamed.

"S'pose they think I'm crazy," he reflected.
"Want to stop the star shining ?" repeated John Jennings.