The broad-shouldered men who jostled him as he pursued his absent-minded and therefore devious course no longer appeared potential champions to be greatly envied.

He felt that he was one of them, and blessed them as they jostled him, taking their rough manners as a sign of kinship.

The life of Holborn swallowed him.

He felt glad who once hated the dismaying bustle.
His heart sang for joy.

Something had been given him to do for the sake of the woman he loved.