Across the street from where he sat lights shone in the windows of a house.

He knew the place.

Who lived there?
One of the girls--he had forgotten which.

From somewhere the discordance of a Victrola jarred on Lane's sensitive ears.
Lifting his bag he proceeded on his way, halting every little while to catch his breath.

When he turned a corner into a side street, recognizing every tree and gate and house, there came a gathering and swelling of his emotions and he began to weaken and shake.