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I passed the night wretchedly. Sometimes my pulse beat so quickly

and hardly that I felt the palpitation of every artery; at

others, I nearly sank to the ground through languor and extreme

weakness. Mingled with this horror, I felt the bitterness of

disappointment; dreams that had been my food and pleasant rest

for so long a space were now become a hell to me; and the change

was so rapid, the overthrow so complete!