I felt as if I had committed some great crime, the consciousness of which haunted me.

I was guiltless, but I had indeed drawn down a horrible curse upon my head, as mortal as that of crime.
I visited Edinburgh with languid eyes and mind; and yet that city might have interested the most unfortunate being.

Clerval did not like it so well as Oxford, for the antiquity of the latter city was more pleasing to him.

But the beauty and regularity of the new town of Edinburgh, its romantic castle and its environs, the most delightful in the world, Arthur's Seat, St.Bernard's Well, and the Pentland Hills compensated him for the change and filled him with cheerfulness and admiration.

But I was impatient to arrive at the termination of my journey.
We left Edinburgh in a week, passing through Coupar, St.Andrew's, and along the banks of the Tay, to Perth, where our friend expected us.
But I was in no mood to laugh and talk with strangers or enter into their feelings or plans with the good humour expected from a guest; and accordingly I told Clerval that I wished to make the tour of Scotland alone.