I love them dearly; no people could ever be kinder to a thankless creature than they always are to me.

Do, do go away, for I am afraid of you.

I am afraid of myself when I feel my temper coming, and I am as much afraid of you.

Go away from me, and let me pray and cry myself better!' The day passed on; and again the wide stare stared itself out; and the hot night was on Marseilles; and through it the caravan of the morning, all dispersed, went their appointed ways.

And thus ever by day and night, under the sun and under the stars, climbing the dusty hills and toiling along the weary plains, journeying by land and journeying by sea, coming and going so strangely, to meet and to act and react on one another, move all we restless travellers through the pilgrimage of life..