I have a thousand times gone to bed in my own house with an apprehension that I should be betrayed and murdered that very night; compounding with fortune, that it might be without terror and with quick despatch; and, after my Paternoster, I have cried out,
Endroit: CHAPTER IX · ¶4633 Licence: Public domain · Source Le texte est donné tel que dans l'édition, sans retouche.