Chapter 45: August

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌⁠My sensations are constantly changing. Sometimes a happy prospect opens before me; but alas! it is only for a moment; and then, when I am lost in reverie, I cannot help saying to myself, "If Albert were to die?—Yes, she would become—and I should be"—and so I pursue a chimera, till it leads me to the edge of a precipice at which I shudder.

When I pass through the same gate, and walk along the same r