The atmosphere of my two lives was so different, that when I passed into one, the other ceased to affect me.

I forgot all that I suffered and hated at Miss Black's, as soon as I crossed the threshold, and entered grand'ther's house.

The difference kept up a healthy mean; either alone would perhaps have been more than I could then have sustained.

All that year my life was narrowed to that house, my school, and the church.

Father offered to take me to ride, when he came to Barmouth, or carry me to Milford; but the motion of the carriage, and the conveying power of the horse, created such a fearful and realizing sense of escape, that I gave up riding with him.