1 Thus was the happy ending to a woeful voyage.
2 Poor Jurgis was not very happy in his home-life.
3 It was quite touching, the zeal of people to see that his health and happiness were provided for.
4 More probable, however, was the theory that Jonas had deserted them, and gone on the road, seeking happiness.
5 Meantime Jokubas had been to see his friend the policeman, and received encouragement, so it was a happy party.
6 She told them all about it the next day, and fairly cried with happiness, for she said that Tamoszius was a lovely man.
7 For fully a week they were quite blissfully happy, thinking that belonging to a union meant an end to all their troubles.
8 Also they were borrowing money from Marija, and eating up her bank account, and spoiling once again her hopes of marriage and happiness.
9 She stood in the doorway, shepherded by Cousin Marija, breathless from pushing through the crowd, and in her happiness painful to look upon.
10 But he stuck by the family nevertheless, for they reminded him of his old happiness; and when things went wrong he could solace himself with a plunge into the Socialist movement.
11 After that he no longer made love to her with his fiddle, but they would sit for hours in the kitchen, blissfully happy in each other's arms; it was the tacit convention of the family to know nothing of what was going on in that corner.
12 He was happier than he had been in a year; and yet, because he knew that the happiness would not last, he was savage, too with those who would wreck it, and with the world, and with his life; and then again, beneath this, he was sick with the shame of himself.
13 They are penned up in filthy houses and left to rot and stew in misery, and the conditions of their life make them ill faster than all the doctors in the world could heal them; and so, of course, they remain as centers of contagion, poisoning the lives of all of us, and making happiness impossible for even the most selfish.