1 It was a terrible spectacle: I witnessed it myself.
2 I recalled his singular conduct of yesterday, and really I began to fear his wits were touched.
3 It was mournful, indeed, to witness the subjugation of that vigorous spirit to a corporeal infirmity.
4 They set out early in the forenoon, some on horseback, the rest in carriages; I witnessed both the departure and the return.
5 Then I rose up on my curtainless bed, trembling and quivering; and then the still, dark night witnessed the convulsion of despair, and heard the burst of passion.
6 I noticed them, because, as they saw us, they passed round to the back of the church; and I doubted not they were going to enter by the side-aisle door and witness the ceremony.
7 Ere I had gathered my wits, the classes were again seated: but as all eyes were now turned to one point, mine followed the general direction, and encountered the personage who had received me last night.
8 Thus relieved of a grievous load, I from that hour set to work afresh, resolved to pioneer my way through every difficulty: I toiled hard, and my success was proportionate to my efforts; my memory, not naturally tenacious, improved with practice; exercise sharpened my wits; in a few weeks I was promoted to a higher class; in less than two months I was allowed to commence French and drawing.