My fears readily suggested innumerable embarrassments and inconveniences which would flow from this source.

Besides, on what pretence should I remain?
To whom could I apply for protection or employment?
All avenues, even to subsistence, were shut against me.

The country was my sole asylum.

Here, in exchange for my labour, I could at least purchase food, safety, and repose.

But, if my choice pointed to the country, there was no reason for a moment's delay.