I had not forced circumstances; circumstances had freed me.

Life was again open to me; no longer was its horizon limited by the high black wall surrounding Crimsworth's mill.

Two hours had elapsed before my sensations had so far subsided as to leave me calm enough to remark for what wider and clearer boundaries I had exchanged that sooty girdle.

When I did look up, lo! straight before me lay Grovetown, a village of villas about five miles out of X----.

The short winter day, as I perceived from the far-declined sun, was already approaching its close; a chill frost-mist was rising from the river on which X---- stands, and along whose banks the road I had taken lay; it dimmed the earth, but did not obscure the clear icy blue of the January sky.