"But I am very unhappy, and I want to be alone so that I may cry.

You know it is much harder to forego the thing one wants but may not take, than it is to do without the thing one wants but cannot take.

Yearning for the impossible brings longing, for the possible anguish." And I remained silent, almost hating myself.
I went to the tap-room with Betty, and the courtyard being vacant for a moment, I ran across and down the steps to see Hamilton.
I had tried to see Frances that morning at Whitehall, but failed, being told that she had gone to visit her father.

I had stopped at Sir Richard's house, but Frances was not there, and I half suspected I might find her with Hamilton.
I found Hamilton at his printing-press, and after I had told him of the risk he ran by remaining in London, he said:-- "I have been making an honest living from my _News Letter_ and am sorry to give it up, but I fear trouble will come very soon if I continue to publish it.

The king has a score of human bloodhounds seeking me.