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104 THE man of feeling.
remembrance of which fhould ever be
dear to him.
“ I read this letter a hundred times
over. Alone, helplefs, confcious of guilt,
and abandoned by every better thought,
my mind was one dreadful fceneof terror,
confufion, and remorfe. A thoufand ex¬
pedients fuggeft^d themfelves, and a thou¬
fand fears told me they would be vain :
at lafl, in an agony of defpair, I packed
up a few clothes, took what money and
trinkets were in the houfe, and fet out
for London where I underftood he was
gone, pretending to my maid, that I had
received letters from my father requiring
my immediate attendance. I had no
other companion than a boy, a fervant to
the man from whom I hired my horfes.
I arrived in London within an hour of
Mr. Winbrooke, and accidentally alight¬
ed at the very inn where he was.