And the Tyrrells were staying at the Hall.
Whether it was that Rachel shunned me of her own wish, or because she saw that I had learned to despise her, I do not know; but we kept apart.
My poor soul was quite adrift.

Anguish for the past, disgust at the present, terror of the future, all weighed on it.

If I had known of any convent of saintly nuns, such as I had read of in poems and legends, who took the weary in at their door and healed the sick, who would have preached to me, prayed with me, let me sit at their feet and weep at their knees till I had struggled through this dark phase of my life, I would have got up and fled to them in the night, and left no trace behind me.
I hated to stay at the Hall, and yet I stayed.

Mr.Hill--kind heart!--said he would bar the gates, and set on the dogs if I attempted to move.

He and his wife both fancied at this time to make a pet of me.
I had been ill in their house, and I must get well in their house.