1 He endeavours to fill me with hope and talks as if life were a possession which he valued.
2 He would talk in a cheerful accent, with an expression of goodness that bestowed pleasure even upon me.
3 He talked of Geneva, which I should soon visit, of Elizabeth and Ernest; but these words only drew deep groans from me.
4 Clerval continued talking for some time about our mutual friends and his own good fortune in being permitted to come to Ingolstadt.
5 This reading had puzzled me extremely at first, but by degrees I discovered that he uttered many of the same sounds when he read as when he talked.
6 She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy of our future prospects.
7 In the morning, however, as soon as it was light, I went upon deck and found all the sailors busy on one side of the vessel, apparently talking to someone in the sea.
8 As time passed away I became more calm; misery had her dwelling in my heart, but I no longer talked in the same incoherent manner of my own crimes; sufficient for me was the consciousness of them.
9 But I was in no mood to laugh and talk with strangers or enter into their feelings or plans with the good humour expected from a guest; and accordingly I told Clerval that I wished to make the tour of Scotland alone.
10 I compassionated him and sometimes felt a wish to console him, but when I looked upon him, when I saw the filthy mass that moved and talked, my heart sickened and my feelings were altered to those of horror and hatred.