His mother's land had filled him with an ardent flame, smouldering at times amid the absorbing interests of his somewhat prominent place in English life, but every now and then breaking out into an irrepressible longing for the sight of its white mountains and swift, strong streams.

It was at once the safest and the most dangerous of refuges.

He would be certainly sought for there; but there he could most effectually conceal himself.

He flew thither with his burden of sin and shame.
Roland adopted at once the dress of a decent artisan of the Jura--such a man as he had known in his boyhood as a watchmaker of Locle or the Doubs.

For a few days he stayed in Geneva, lodging in such a street as a Locle artisan would have chosen; but he could not feel secure there, in spite of his own certainty that his transformation was complete.