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What then became of me? I know not; I lost sensation, and chains

and darkness were the only objects that pressed upon me.

Sometimes, indeed, I dreamt that I wandered in flowery meadows

and pleasant vales with the friends of my youth, but I awoke and

found myself in a dungeon. Melancholy followed, but by degrees I

gained a clear conception of my miseries and situation and was

then released from my prison. For they had called me mad, and

during many months, as I understood, a solitary cell had been my

habitation.