"I'm happy, very happy!" he said to himself.

He had often before had this sense of physical joy in his own body, but he had never felt so fond of himself, of his own body, as at that moment.

He enjoyed the slight ache in his strong leg, he enjoyed the muscular sensation of movement in his chest as he breathed.

The bright, cold August day, which had made Anna feel so hopeless, seemed to him keenly stimulating, and refreshed his face and neck that still tingled from the cold water.