He endeavored, by every practical way, to restrain his mind from wandering into the past, and encouraged him to associate his future with his present society and surroundings.

The stronger the patient grew, the more willing he became to shut out the past, which, as memory sometimes--nay, too often--recalled it, was an unbroken history of trial, disappointment, grief, despair, and dreams of great darkness.
There was one man whom he could never think of without a shudder, and with that man his possible outside life was inseparably associated.

Mr.
Belcher had always been able, by his command of money and his coarse and despotic will, to compel him into any course or transaction that he desired.

His nature was offensive to Benedict to an extreme degree, and when in his presence, particularly when he entered it driven by necessity, he felt shorn of his own manhood.

He felt him to be without conscience, without principle, without humanity, and was sure that it needed only to be known that the insane pauper had become a sound and healthy man to make him the subject of a series of persecutions or persuasions that would wrest from him the rights and values on which the great proprietor was foully battening.