One of the officers addressed him.
"What are you looking for ?" "I want to see if I can get a place." "The offices are up those steps," said the bluecoat.

His face was a very neutral thing to contemplate.

In his heart of hearts, he sympathized with the strikers and hated this "scab." In his heart of hearts, also, he felt the dignity and use of the police force, which commanded order.
Of its true social significance, he never once dreamed.

His was not the mind for that.

The two feelings blended in him--neutralized one another and him.