The joyous stimulus of his labor was gone but the habit remained, and carried him on in a sort of leaden way.

Sometimes he wondered at himself for the hardships he underwent merely to make money, since money had no longer the same charm for him; but a good workman is a patient, enduring creature, and self-indulgence, our habit, is after all, his exception.

Henry worked heavily on, with his sore, sad heart, as many a workman had done before him.

Unfortunately his sleep began to be broken a good deal.

I am not quite clear whether it was the after-clap of the explosion, or the prolonged agitation of his young heart, but at this time, instead of the profound sleep that generally rewards the sons of toil, he had fitful slumbers, and used to dream strange dreams, in that old church, so full of gaunt sights and strange sounds.