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But I was doomed to live and in two months found myself as

awaking from a dream, in a prison, stretched on a wretched bed,

surrounded by gaolers, turnkeys, bolts, and all the miserable

apparatus of a dungeon. It was morning, I remember, when I thus

awoke to understanding; I had forgotten the particulars of what

had happened and only felt as if some great misfortune had

suddenly overwhelmed me; but when I looked around and saw the

barred windows and the squalidness of the room in which I was,

all flashed across my memory and I groaned bitterly.