He remembered ill-omened texts--one especially about wandering through dry places seeking rest.

Would to Heaven he were in a dry place now!...
The horse sprang aside and nearly threw him.

It had blundered against the stone pillar of a gateway.

It was now clear even to Mr.Lovel's confused wits that he was lost.

This might be the road to Tophet, but it was no road to Brampton.