When a man's got so he can't work nor fight neither, why, he's up against it.

If Henry here gave up his job, Jim couldn't get it, and you know it." Henry went on.

He hardly heard now what they were saying.

His mind was revelling in its free flights of rebellion against everything.
Henry, for a man who kept the commandments, was again as wicked as he could be, and revelling in his wickedness.

He was like a drinker returned to his cups.