“But there was a smouldering rage in his soul. His feelings would rise like spurts of smoke from a half-smothered fire, in fitful, unbalanced jerks when the recollection of some abuse or rebuke he suffered kindled a spark in the ashes of remorse inside him” (Anand 51).
Notes: something temporary and limited.
Anand, Mulk Raj. Untouchable. London: Penguin, 1935. Print.