I hated them." Here was a real note of passion! Bunning seemed, for an instant, to be quite vigorous.
"That's why I'm so untidy now," Bunning went desperately on; "nobody cared how I looked.

I was stupid at school, my reports were awful, and I was a day boy.

It is very bad for any one to be a day boy--very!" he added reflectively, as though he were recalling scenes and incidents.
"Yes ?" said Olva encouragingly.

He was being drawn by Bunning's artless narration away from the Shadow.

It was still there, its arm outstretched above the snowy court, but Bunning seemed, in some odd way, to intervene.
"I always wanted to find God in those days.