Unfeeling Woman! But let me check my resentment: She has expiated her errors by her sad and unexpected death.

Peace be with her; and may her crimes be forgiven in heaven, as I forgive her my sufferings on earth! Thus did I drag on a miserable existence.

Far from growing familiar with my prison, I beheld it every moment with new horror.

The cold seemed more piercing and bitter, the air more thick and pestilential.
My frame became weak, feverish, and emaciated.

I was unable to rise from the bed of Straw, and exercise my limbs in the narrow limits, to which the length of my chain permitted me to move.