The child’s pathetic pleas for forgiveness stirred the young man’s heart.

Bitten by the Bolsheviki scare-bug, the country at large seems to have gone mad, but in proposing to convert the Bolsheviki by teaching them English, whether they will or no, Senator Kenyon has plumbed a depth of fatuity almost incredible.

At sundown the night watchman came on duty. Called a ‘watchnight’ in local English, this old fellow was armed with a substantial wooden staff. At intervals throughout the night be would pound the staff on the concrete path to assure everyone that he was awake. Other watchnights along the street would pound their sticks in answer. This hourly commotion was supposed to be reassuring, not disturbing. […] Many are the stories that people told of their watchnights.

That is just objectively terrifying regardless of contexts! He looks like if a nickel did cocaine!