His long hands were white as a girl's, and revealed their articulation as they moved; his face, transparently pale, showed a soft furze of young beard on cheek and chin.
"How are you, Henry ?" asked Jerome.
Henry made no reply, only scowled more gloomily.

Paulina Maria's ardent severity of Christianity had produced in her son, under his first stress of life, a fierce rebound.

To no word of Scripture would Henry Judd resort for comfort; he never bent knee in prayer, and would not be led, even by his mother's authority, to meeting on Sunday.

The voice of his former mates, who had with him no sympathy of like affliction, filled him with a sullen rage of injury.

He was somewhat younger than Jerome, but had seemed formerly much attracted to him.