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 but the screech of the owl, the croaking of the raven, the roaring of thunder, and the howling of furious winds: midnight was past, and the hurricane still raged with unabated fury: My wounded conscience brought all my crimes to my recollection, I fancied the day of judgment was near, and was seized with a violent trembling. My tortured soul divined a thousand horrid thoughts, and I vowed fervently to pursue the steps of virtue."

"My whole frame shaking with cold I began to run without knowing whither I was directing my course, in order to warm my blood, which was almost chilled, when suddenly the ground gave way beneath my feet, and I fell into a deep pit. My fall was violent, however I received no other hurt except a few bruises, my coat being entangled in the roots of a tree about four yards from the bottom of my subterraneous dungeon: I strove to climb up the