What was I to do? Where to go? Oh, intolerable questions, when I could do nothing and go nowhere!⁠—when a long way must yet be measured by my weary, trembling limbs before I could reach human habitation⁠—when cold charity must be entreated before I could get a lodging: reluctant sympathy importuned, almost certain repulse incurred, before my tale could be listened to, or one of my wants relieved!