Great God! What agony I endured.

I shed no tears but my eyes wild and inflamed were starting from my head; I could hardly support the weight that pressed upon my brain.

We arrived at the town of -- -- in a little more than half an hour.

When my father had arrived the storm had already begun, but he had refused to stop and leaving his horse there he walked on--_towards the sea_.

Alas! it was double cruelty in him to have chosen the sea for his fatal resolve; it was adding madness to my despair.[41] The poor old servant who was with me endeavoured to persuade me to remain here and to let him go alone--I shook my head silently and sadly; sick almost to death I leant upon his arm, and as there was no road for a chaise dragged my weary steps across the desolate downs to meet my fate, now too certain for the agony of doubt.