'Go away from me, go away from me! When my temper comes upon me, I
am mad. I know I might keep it off if I only tried hard enough, and
sometimes I do try hard enough, and at other times I don't and won't.
What have I said! I knew when I said it, it was all lies. They think I
am being taken care of somewhere, and have all I want.
They are nothing but good to me. I love them dearly; no people could
ever be kinder to a thankless creature than they always are to me. Do,
do go away, for I am afraid of you. I am afraid of myself when I feel my
temper coming, and I am as much afraid of you. Go away from me, and let
me pray and cry myself better!' The day passed on; and again the wide
stare stared itself out; and the hot night was on Marseilles; and
through it the caravan of the morning, all dispersed, went their
appointed ways. And thus ever by day and night, under the sun and under
the stars, climbing the dusty hills and toiling along the weary plains,
journeying by land and journeying by sea, coming and going so strangely,
to meet and to act and react on one another, move all we restless
travellers through the pilgrimage of life.