ction, eit suited me—for tipodes of t t one ment made me reckless. I tried dissipation—never debauc I ed, and e. t tribute: rooted disgust at it and rained me muc t bordered on riot seemed to approaco .

    “Yet I could not live alone; so I tried tresses. t I ceps ed. Salian, Giacinta, and a German, Clara; bot y to me in a fea : I tired of  and quiet; but  one o my taste. I o give  sum to set  decently rid of , Jane, I see by your face you are not forming a very favourable opinion of me just no you?”

    “I don’t like you so  not seem to you in t o live in t  ress and talk of it as a mere matter of course.”

    “It  like it. It urn to it. ress is t o buying a slave: boten by nature, and alion, inferior: and to live familiarly e tion of time I passed a, and Clara.”

    I felt trutain inference, t if I o forget myself and all teac illed into me, as—under any pretext—ification—temptation—to become ted t give utterance to tion: it . I impressed it on my , t it migo serve me as aid in time of trial.

    “Noill, I see. But let me come to t.  January, rid of all mistresses—in a ter frame of mind, t of a useless, roving, lonely life— corroded ment, sourly disposed against all men, and especially against all o regard tion of an intellectual, faito England.

    “On a frosty er afternoon, I rode in sig! I expected no peace—no pleasure tile in  little figure sitting by itself. I passed it as negligently as I did te to it: I iment of  o me; no in tress of my life—my geni