I put the bank-notes in the letter, and sealed it with a wafer; a few of which were found in the pocket-book.

I hesitated some time whether I should add any thing to the information which the letter contained, by means of a pencil which offered itself to my view; but I concluded to forbear.

I could select no suitable terms in which to communicate the mournful truth.

I resolved to deposit this letter at the post-office, where I knew letters could be left at all hours.
My reflections at length reverted to my own condition.

What was the fate reserved for me?
How far my safety might be affected by remaining in the city, in consequence of the disappearance of Welbeck, and my known connection with the fugitive, it was impossible to foresee.