I was not meant to live among people.

Perhaps some day, when I am grown older, I will be able to go and live among them and look at them as I look at the rocks, and bushes, without letting them disturb me, and take myself from me; but not now.

So I grew miserable; a kind of fever seemed to eat me; I could not rest, or read, or think; so I came back here.

I knew you were not here but it seemed as though I should be nearer you; and it is you I want--you that the other people suggest to me, but cannot give." He had filled all the sheets he had taken, and now lifted down the last from the mantelpiece.

Em had dropped asleep, and lay slumbering peacefully on the skin before the fire.