He did not leave for Cambridge the day, as he had said he would. He deferred his departure a whole week, and during that time he made me feel what severe punishment a good yet stern, a stious yet implacable man infli one who has offended him. Without one overt act of hostility, one upbraiding word, he trived to impress me momently with the vi that I ut beyond the pale of his favour.
Not that St. John harboured a spirit of unchristian vindictiveness— not that he would have injured a hair of my head, if it had been fully in his power to do so. Both by nature and principle, he was superior to the mean gratification of vengeance: he had fiven me for saying I sed him and his love, but he had not fotten the words; and as long as he and I lived he never would fet them. I saw by his look, wheuro me, that they were always written on the air between me and him; whenever I spoke, they sounded in my voice to his ear, and their echo toned every answer he gave me.……（内容加载失败！）
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