hand of the executioner: I had not the courage to rid myself of a painful existence, and shuddered at the idea of leading a life of never ceasing torments."
"Hemmed in between the certain tortures of life and the uncertain horrors of eternity, equally averse to life and to death, I finished the sixth hour of my flight, an hour abounding with agonies, which no living man can form an idea of."
"Gloomy and slow I had pursued a narrow foot-path, which led through the darkest thicket, when suddenly a rough commanding voice ordered me to stop. The voice was not far off; agony and the horrors of despair, which had assumed their dreadful sway over me, had made me entirely regardless to the objects around me, my eyes were cast to the ground, and I had covered part of my face with my hat, as if that could have hidden me from the eye"of
