The sea was fifty miles off, yet it was towards it that he fled.

The idea was terrible to my half crazed imagination, and almost over-turned the little self possession that still remained to me.

I journied all day; every moment my misery encreased and the fever of my blood became intolerable.

The summer sun shone in an unclouded sky; the air was close but all was cool to me except my own scorching skin.
Towards evening dark thunder clouds arose above the horrizon and I heard its distant roll--after sunset they darkened the whole sky and it began to rain[,] the lightning lighted up the whole country and the thunder drowned the noise of our carriage.

At the next inn my father had not taken horses; he had left a box there saying he would return, and had walked over the fields to the town of -- -- a seacost town eight miles off.
For a moment I was almost paralized by fear; but my energy returned and I demanded a guide to accompany me in following his steps.