The scruples which had not prevented him from repairing to the Dutch camp began to torment him cruelly as soon as he was there.

His mind misgave him that he had committed a crime.

At all events he had exposed himself to reproach, by acting in diametrical opposition to the professions of his whole life.

He felt insurmountable disgust for his new allies.

They were people whom, ever since he could remember, he had been reviling and persecuting, Presbyterians, Independents, Anabaptists, old soldiers of Cromwell, brisk boys of Shaftesbury, accomplices in the Rye House Plot, captains of the Western Insurrection.