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Rh or how I got mixed with both I could not tell; all I knew was that I was miserable, yes, utterly miserable. I prayed to God to save me from a continuance of this horrible trial, or I should go mad. How my brain stood it all, I can never explain. I was racked, worn, and miserable in mind, still I often thought of Meda. I never thought ill of her, and seemed to mix her with my earliest life. I thought I had known her as a child; I thought she was my Mary, my first wife; I could not disassociate her from every incident in my many troubles. Sleep I could not, rest I could not, but lay on the floor in the veriest and most abject misery, through the long dreary hours of waiting. Had I been condemned to death, I should have prized every moment; but being condemned to a long weary life floating about in endless space, I moaned aloud at the duration of time. At times a moment of calm would come; and then I would begin to regret that I had so soon got into this trouble which compelled me to leave the modern world before I had visited all the