ABSTRACT
I had entirely lost sight of this adversary of my peace, since I left Winchester. I had enjoyed a season of comparative tranquillity at Oxford: it was because I had seen and heard nothing of my dreaded tormentor. Now, the hurricane within my soul, that had slept for a while, was instantly set in action. I had an instinct that told me, that the sight, and the very name of Clifford, was the precursor of some terrible reverse in my fortune. I recollected the altered manner of Sir Joseph, when I was mentioned to him for his secretary; and the truth instantly flashed upon me: / The place is reserved for another, and that other is Clifford! – It was so.
