Then I grew sick, and retched to vomit, but could not, for I had nothing in my stomach to bring up.

After I had bled some time I swooned, and they all believed I was dead; but I came to myself soon after, and then had a most dreadful pain in my stomach not to be described--not like the colic, but a gnawing, eager pain for food; and towards night it went off with a kind of earnest wishing or longing for food.

I took another draught of water with sugar in it; but my stomach loathed the sugar and brought it all up again; then I took a draught of water without sugar, and that stayed with me; and I laid me down upon the bed, praying most heartily that it would please God to take me away; and composing my mind in hopes of it, I slumbered a while, and then waking, thought myself dying, being light with vapours from an empty stomach.

I recommended my soul then to God, and then earnestly wished that somebody would throw me into the into the sea.
"All this while my mistress lay by me, just, as I thought, expiring, but she bore it with much more patience than I, and gave the last bit of bread she had left to her child, my young master, who would not have taken it, but she obliged him to eat it; and I believe it saved his life.
Towards the morning I slept again, and when I awoke I fell into a violent passion of crying, and after that had a second fit of violent hunger.

I got up ravenous, and in a most dreadful condition; and once or twice I was going to bite my own arm.