Away goes all that I have gained by being near her while he is far away.

He is not in England now--he is here.

His odious presence has driven me from her.

Oh, that I could be a child again, or in my grave, to get away from this Hell of Love and Hate." At this point, we beg leave to take the narrative into our own hands again.
Mr.Hazel actually left the deck to avoid the sight of Helen Rolleston's flushed cheek and beaming eyes, reading Arthur Wardlaw's letter.
And here we may as well observe that he retired not merely because the torture was hard to bear.

He had some disclosures to make, on reaching England; but his good sense told him this was not the time or the place to make them, nor Helen Rolleston the person to whom, in the first instance, they ought to be made.
While he tries to relieve his swelling heart by putting its throbs on paper (and, in truth, this is some faint relief, for want of which many a less unhappy man than Hazel has gone mad), let us stay by the lady's side, and read her letter with her.
"RUSSELL SQUARE, Dec.