While by all the faces about him Ralph learned that the storm was getting nearer and nearer to himself.

It might delay.

If it had been Pete Jones alone, it might blow over.

But Ralph felt sure that the relentless hand of Dr.Small was present in all his troubles.
And he had only to look into Small's eye to know how inextinguishable was a malignity that burned so steadily and so quietly.
But there is no cup of unmixed bitterness.

With an innocent man there is no night so dark that some star does not shine.