I started up and resolved to return to Geneva with all possible speed.
There were no horses to be procured, and I must return by the lake; but the wind was unfavourable, and the rain fell in torrents.

However, it was hardly morning, and I might reasonably hope to arrive by night.

I hired men to row and took an oar myself, for I had always experienced relief from mental torment in bodily exercise.

But the overflowing misery I now felt, and the excess of agitation that I endured rendered me incapable of any exertion.

I threw down the oar, and leaning my head upon my hands, gave way to every gloomy idea that arose.