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It was in the latter end of September that I again quitted my

native country. My journey had been my own suggestion, and

Elizabeth therefore acquiesced, but she was filled with disquiet

at the idea of my suffering, away from her, the inroads of misery

and grief. It had been her care which provided me a companion in

Clerval-and yet a man is blind to a thousand minute circumstances

which call forth a woman's sedulous attention. She longed to bid

me hasten my return; a thousand conflicting emotions rendered her

mute as she bade me a tearful, silent farewell.