I seem to miss her as much as any of the
friends I have left behind me in England. I cannot help the absurd fancy
that her rich vitality helps me along. I have not been feeling quite
so robust as I did when I saw her daily. And twinges are coming more
frequently. I don't think that rolling about in the Mediterranean on
board the _Marechal Bugeaud_ is good for little pains inside.
CHAPTER XI
When I began this autobiographical sketch of the last few weeks of my
existence, I had conceived, as I have already said, the notion of making
it chiefly a guide to conduct for my young disciple, Dale Kynnersley.
Not only was it to explain to him clearly the motives which led to my
taking any particular line of action with regard to his affairs, and so
enable me to escape whatever blame he might, through misunderstanding,
be disposed to cast on me, but also to elevate his mind, stimulate his
ambitions, and improve his morals. It was to be a Manual of Eumoiriety.
It was to be sweetened with philosophic reflections and adorned with
allusions to the lives of the great masters of their destiny who have
passed away.
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