uld not seek Mr. Rocer’s arms—it could not derive . O turn to ed—confidence destroyed! Mr. Rocer  to me o  say rayed me; but ttribute of stainless trut go: t I perceived  discern; but ed not,  seemed,   ful passion: t o !

    My eyes o sion came in as black and confused a floless, I seemed to  river; I e mountains, and felt torrent come: to rise I o flee I rengt, longing to be dead. One idea only still t begot an unuttered prayer: t  s no energy o express them—

    “Be not far from me, for trouble is near: to help.”

    It ition to o avert it—as I  my knees, nor moved my lips—it came: in full orrent poured over me. t, my ruck, ster  be described: in truters came into my soul; I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing; I came into deep ers; the floods overflowed me.”