I left the two together, and went out with a heavy heart.

This was the first trouble I remember for many a long year which wasn't to be blown off by a whiff of tobacco, and which was even beyond the reach of ROBINSON CRUSOE.
Being restless and miserable, and having no particular room to go to, I took a turn on the terrace, and thought it over in peace and quietness by myself.

It doesn't much matter what my thoughts were.

I felt wretchedly old, and worn out, and unfit for my place--and began to wonder, for the first time in my life, when it would please God to take me.

With all this, I held firm, notwithstanding, to my belief in Miss Rachel.