Casting off his garments, he took the accustomed plunge by way of cooling his heart and brain.  He came up from the depths refreshed, but not restored to equanimity.  While dressing, the sense of injustice returned as strongly as before, and, with it, the hot indignation, so that, on afterwards reaching the highway, he paused only for a few moments.  This was the critical point.  Slowly but decidedly he leaned to the left.  He turned his back on his father's house, and caused the stones to spurt from under his heels as he walked rapidly away.