But I never had a moment's doubt in my own mind, from the time when I read the damnable line in the engraver's book.
I went back to the railway without any plan in my head.

The train by which I had proposed to follow her had left Waterbank.

The next train that arrived was for London.

I took my place in it--still without any plan in my head.
At Charing Cross a friend met me.

He said, "You're looking miserably ill.