I had a little money, both Scotch and English,
now in my possession, but not one friend in the whole world on
whom I could rely. One devoted friend, it is true, I had, but he
was become my greatest terror. To escape from him, I now felt
that I would willingly travel to the farthest corners of the world,
and be subjected to every deprivation; but after the certainty of
what had taken place last night, after I had travelled thirty miles
by secret and by-ways, I saw not how escape from him was
possible.
Miserable, forlorn, and dreading every person that I saw, either
behind or before me, I hasted on towards Edinburgh, taking all
the by and unfrequented paths; and, the third night after I left the
weaver's house, I reached the West Port, without meeting with
anything remarkable. Being exceedingly fatigued and lame, I
took lodgings in the first house I entered, and for these I was to
pay two groats a week, and to board and sleep with a young man
who wanted a companion to make his rent easier. I liked this;
having found from experience that the great personage who had
attached himself to me, and was now become my greatest terror
among many surrounding evils, generally haunted me when I was
alone keeping aloof from all other society.
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