Should I not pay a parting visit to the scene of these disasters?
Should I not bedew with my tears the graves of my sister and her children?
Should I not explore their desolate habitation, and gather from the sight of its walls and furniture food for my eternal melancholy?
This suggestion was succeeded by a secret shuddering.

Some disastrous influence appeared to overhang the scene.

How many memorials should I meet with serving to recall the images of those I had lost! I was tempted to relinquish my design, when it occurred to me that I had left among my papers a journal of transactions in shorthand.

I was employed in this manuscript on that night when Pleyel's incautious curiosity tempted him to look over my shoulder.

I was then recording my adventure in THE RECESS, an imperfect sight of which led him into such fatal errors.
I had regulated the disposition of all my property.