What possessed him?
What, in an instant of time, had leapt down from the clouds, had sprung up from the Square and seized him?
Between his amazed thoughts came little surprised sobs.

But he had not abandoned himself to grief--he was too sternly set upon the problem of reparation.

Something must be done, and that quickly.
The great thought in his mind was that he must replace the mug.

He had not been very often in the streets beyond the Square, but upon certain occasions he had seen their glories, and he knew that there had been shops and shops and shops.

Quite close to him, upon a shelf, was his money-box, a squat, ugly affair of red tin, into whose large mouth he had been compelled to force those gifts that kind relations had bestowed.