It was a sad walk, for my father's image was constantly before my eyes, and I could hardly bear to think of his being ill.

I thought of all his goodness and forbearance to me, and wondered what would become of us if he were not to recover.

I wandered on, broken-hearted, and repenting deeply of all my ingratitude, and the ill return I had made him for his love to me, and I looked forward eagerly to being able to throw myself in his arms once more, and beg his forgiveness.
Thus I mused far into the morning, when it occurred to me to look at my watch.

Was it possible?
It wanted not half an hour of the time for the train, and I was more than two miles from the place.

I started to walk rapidly, and soon came in sight of the town.