To be a fugitive from exasperated creditors, and from the industrious revenge of Watson, was an easy undertaking; but whither could I fly, where I should not be pursued by the phantoms of remorse, by the dread of hourly detection, by the necessities of hunger and thirst?
In what scene should I be exempt from servitude and drudgery?
Was my existence embellished with enjoyments that would justify my holding it, encumbered with hardships and immersed in obscurity?
"There was no room for hesitation.

To rush into the stream before me, and put an end at once to my life and the miseries inseparably linked with it, was the only proceeding which fate had left to my choice.

My muscles were already exerted for this end, when the helpless condition of Clemenza was remembered.

What provision could I make against the evils that threatened her?
Should I leave her utterly forlorn and friendless?
Mrs.Wentworth's temper was forgiving and compassionate.
Adversity had taught her to participate and her wealth enabled her to relieve distress.

Who was there by whom such powerful claims to succour and protection could be urged as by this desolate girl?
Might I not state her situation in a letter to this lady, and urge irresistible pleas for the extension of her kindness to this object?
"These thoughts made me suspend my steps.