I have been very unhappy since she died.

I have been slighted, and taught nothing, and thrown upon myself, and put to work not fit for me.

It made me run away to you.

I was robbed at first setting out, and have walked all the way, and have never slept in a bed since I began the journey.' Here my self-support gave way all at once; and with a movement of my hands, intended to show her my ragged state, and call it to witness that I had suffered something, I broke into a passion of crying, which I suppose had been pent up within me all the week.
My aunt, with every sort of expression but wonder discharged from her countenance, sat on the gravel, staring at me, until I began to cry; when she got up in a great hurry, collared me, and took me into the parlour.

Her first proceeding there was to unlock a tall press, bring out several bottles, and pour some of the contents of each into my mouth.