Frantic development of his world! "I do not understand," he cried.

"I do not understand!" He had slipped out between the contending parties into this liberty of the twilight.

What would happen next?
What was happening?
He figured the red-clad men as busily hunting him, driving the black-badged revolutionists before them.
At any rate chance had given him a breathing space.

He could lurk unchallenged by the passers-by, and watch the course of things.

His eye followed up the intricate dim immensity of the twilight buildings, and it came to him as a thing infinitely wonderful, that above there the sun was rising, and the world was lit and glowing with the old familiar light of day.