I was introduced into a Society for the protection of the people against traitors.

To be a saviour, to risk one's life! It came to me very slowly, quite gradually, what was the misery of living under such tyranny.

When a boy I once killed a dog that bit some poor people's children in the street.

A dog belonging to gentlefolk! I was whipped, but it scarcely hurt--there was always in my mind; 'You freed them from the beast!' And I felt just the same about the Society.

I can't tell you what went on in me.