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LAWRENCE strode along in the direction of the Temple feeling that he had, indeed, something like an object in life. He had not dared to analyse his own sensations. But now that he was alone the full significance of the last few hours came upon him with almost overpowering force. He began to be cognizant of the fact that he was filled with a ravening sense of hunger. He had been faint with the want of food when he had met with Ethel Blantyre. But the sensations of the moment had carried him out of himself, and all physical feelings had given place to the spiritual call on his nature. At any rate, he was hungry enough now. He could go no farther without good and proper food.
He was almost astonished to find that already he began to see the humorous side of life, seeing that for the past three years he had heard and witnessed nothing which was in the least likely to bring a smile to his lips.