I did not want to think about him.
There was no whither to turn myself for help.

And the clergyman, who had been more than kind to me, who had seemed to help me with words and counsel out of heaven,--he was cut off from my succor, and I stood alone--I, who was so dependent, so naturally timid, and so easily mistaken.
It was a dreary hour of my life, that hour that I sat looking over at the water of the pretty placid lake.

I don't like to recall it.

Some one passed by me, gave an exclamation of surprise, and came back hastily.

It was Richard.