I awoke to much diffidence, even to a feeling that might be called the beginnings of panic, and lay for hours in my bed considering the situation.

Seek where I pleased, there was nothing to encourage me and plenty to appal.

They kept a close watch about the cottage; they had a beast of a watch-dog--at least, unless I had settled it; and if I had, I knew its bereaved master would only watch the more indefatigably for the loss.

In the pardonable ostentation of love I had given all the money I could spare to Flora; I had thought it glorious that the hunted exile should come down, like Jupiter, in a shower of gold, and pour thousands in the lap of the beloved.

Then I had in an hour of arrant folly buried what remained to me in a bank in George Street.