He settled himself at Torquay, whilst that woman ran about to pay visits.

It was understood that she should go back to him at Torquay, but this she at length refused to do.
The place was too dull; it didn't suit her extremely delicate health; she must live in London, her pure native air.

If Tom had taken any advice, he would have let her live just where she pleased, thanking Heaven that she was at a distance from him.

But the poor fellow can't be away from her.

He has come up, and here I feel convinced he will die.