I experienced no inclination to sleep.

I lay down for a moment, but my comfortless sensations and restless contemplations would not permit me to rest.
Before I entered this house, I was tormented with hunger; but my craving had given place to inquietude and loathing.

I paced, in thoughtful and anxious mood, across the floor of the apartment.
I mused upon the incidents related by Estwick, upon the exterminating nature of this pestilence, and on the horrors of which it was productive.

I compared the experience of the last hours with those pictures which my imagination had drawn in the retirements of _Malverton_.

I wondered at the contrariety that exists between the scenes of the city and the country; and fostered, with more zeal than ever, the resolution to avoid those seats of depravity and danger.
Concerning my own destiny, however, I entertained no doubt.