1 Here he sat, and when the train started again, he fought a battle with his soul.
2 It was like listening to the moan of a damned soul, and Jurgis could not stand it.
3 Already Elzbieta had choked down her tears, grief being crowded out of her soul by fear.
4 He was gone away himself, stumbling through the shadows, and groping after the soul that had fled.
5 And now here he was, worn out in soul and body, and with no more place in the world than a sick dog.
6 Within his soul it was like a roaring furnace; he stood waiting, waiting, crouching as if for a spring.
7 And every hour his soul grew blacker, every hour he dreamed new dreams of vengeance, of defiance, of raging, frenzied hate.
8 It was the week before Christmas that the first storm came, and then the soul of Jurgis rose up within him like a sleeping lion.
9 When it was over, the soul of Jurgis was a song, for he had met the enemy and conquered, and felt himself the master of his fate.
10 Jurgis stood upright; trembling with passion, his hands clenched and his arms upraised, his whole soul ablaze with hatred and defiance.
11 A wonderful privilege it was to be thus admitted into the soul of a man of genius, to be allowed to share the ecstasies and the agonies of his inmost life.
12 Toward morning the place fell silent, and he got up and began to pace his cell; and then within the soul of him there rose up a fiend, red-eyed and cruel, and tore out the strings of his heart.
13 Out of regions of wonder it streamed, the very river of life; and the soul leaped up at the sight of it, fled back upon it, swift and resistless, back into far-off lands, where beauty and terror dwell.
14 You went about with your soul full of suspicion and hatred; you understood that you were environed by hostile powers that were trying to get your money, and who used all the virtues to bait their traps with.
15 During their progress, needless to say, the sounds of the cello are pretty well extinguished; but at last the three are at the head, and Tamoszius takes his station at the right hand of the bride and begins to pour out his soul in melting strains.
16 Now Antanas Rudkus was the meekest man that God ever put on earth; and so Jurgis found it a striking confirmation of what the men all said, that his father had been at work only two days before he came home as bitter as any of them, and cursing Durham's with all the power of his soul.
17 It was piecework, and she was apt to have a family to keep alive; and stern and ruthless economic laws had arranged it that she could only do this by working just as she did, with all her soul upon her work, and with never an instant for a glance at the well-dressed ladies and gentlemen who came to stare at her, as at some wild beast in a menagerie.
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