I rose at the dawn, and, without asking or bestowing a blessing, sallied forth into the highroad to the city, which passed near the house.

I left nothing behind, the loss of which I regretted.

I had purchased most of my own books with the product of my own separate industry, and, their number being, of course, small, I had, by incessant application, gotten the whole of them by rote.

They had ceased, therefore, to be of any further use.

I left them, without reluctance, to the fate for which I knew them to be reserved, that of affording food and habitation to mice.
I trod this unwonted path with all the fearlessness of youth.