He seemed to see that, after all, it was a shining road by which he had come, and he saw himself upon it like a figure of light.

He saw that he lived and could never die.

Then, as with a remorseless hurl of a high spirit upon needle-pricks of petty cares, he thought again of the dressmaker, of the money for Ellen's watch, of the butcher's bill, and the grocer's bills, and the money which he had taken from the bank, and again he cowered beneath and loathed his ignoble burden.

He dug his hot head into the grass.

"Oh, my God! oh, my God!" he groaned.