I yielded to the temptation arising in a mind which had grown a darkness with slimy things crawling in it.

I kicked a hole in the frozen crust of the heap, scraped out a handful of dirty snow, kneaded it into a snowball, and sent it after the girl.

It struck her on the back of the head.

She gave a cry and ran away, with her hand to her forehead.

Brute that I was, I actually laughed.