Such was the man with whom I suspected you to maintain a clandestine correspondence.
Should I not haste to snatch you from the talons of this vulture?
Should I see you rushing to the verge of a dizzy precipice, and not stretch forth a hand to pull you back?
I had no need to deliberate.

I thrust the paper in my pocket, and resolved to obtain an immediate conference with you.

For a time, no other image made its way to my understanding.

At length, it occurred to me, that though the information I possessed was, in one sense, sufficient, yet if more could be obtained, more was desirable.

This passage was copied from a British paper; part of it only, perhaps, was transcribed.