And if my honesty had the backing of something else that I myself knew not yet, why, for honesty's good safety, God send it such backing always! Without some such aid, it is too often brought to terms and sings small in the end.
The evening grew late and darkness had fallen.

I turned again to my supper and contrived to eat and to drink a glass or two of wine.
Suddenly I remembered Jonah Wall, and sent a curse after the negligent fellow, wherever he might be, determining that next morning he should take his choice between a drubbing and dismissal.

Then I stretched myself again on the pallet, resolute to see whether a man could will himself asleep.

But I had hardly closed my eyes when I opened them again and started up, leaning on my elbow.

There was somebody in conversation with my gaoler.