When his mother and sister returned, and the supper bell rang, he opened the door to say to Marion that he would have no supper, he had work to do.
“Yes,” he thought grimly, “I have work to do—to fight myself into shape.”
XXXI. ABOUT WOMEN.
“Like a blind spinner in the sun,
I tread my days;
I know that all the threads will run
Appointed ways;
I know each day will bring its task,
And, being blind, no more I ask.”