I mixed with the mob to hear what they were saying. Every
tongue was engaged in loading me with the most opprobrious
epithets! One called me a monster of nature; another an incarnate
devil; and another a creature made to be cursed in time and
eternity. I retired from them and, winded my way southwards,
comforting myself with the assurance that so mankind had used
and persecuted the greatest fathers and apostles of the Christian
Church, and that their vile opprobrium could not alter the
counsels of Heaven concerning me.
On going over that rising ground called Dorington Moor, I could
not help turning round and taking a look of Dalcastle. I had little
doubt that it would be my last look, and nearly as little ambition
that it should not. I thought how high my hopes of happiness and
advancement had been on entering that mansion, and taking
possession of its rich and extensive domains, and how miserably
I had been disappointed. On the contrary, I had experienced
nothing but chagrin, disgust, and terror; and I now consoled
myself with the hope that I should henceforth shake myself free
of the chains of my great tormentor, and for that privilege was I
willing to encounter any earthly distress.
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