ARTHUR
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Now I have free time to return to my own condition, and reflect on the sudden and varied series of events that have occurred over the hours that have passed in the city: the: the end of my arrival was thus achieved quickly and satisfactorily. My hopes and fears fluctuated quickly; but, respecting this young man, it had now subsided into a favorable calm and certainty. Before the sun set, he would enter his father's roof, and spread indescribable joy throughout the peaceful and holy asylum.

This contemplation, though exhilarating and calming, quickly gave way to a reflection on the behavior my duty demanded, and the safe departure of Wallace gave me the freedom, to pursue. Offering myself as a hospital supervisor is still my goal. My body sluggishness might end up with an illness, but this incident was pointless to anticipate. The high sites and pure air of Bush Hill may tend to eliminate my lethargy and restore my health. At least when I have the power, I am bound to use it for the wisest purposes. I decided to immediately search City Hall, and, to that end, cross the central square separating Sassafras from Chestnut Road.

More pressing considerations have distracted me from the money I brought for me, and from the image of the lonely woman who had it. My intention, with respect to him, was the same as before; but it now occurred to me, with renewed vigour, that my death might preclude an interview between us, and that it was prudent to discard, he said, in a useful way, the money that should have been left to the sport happened.

The evil that has befallen this city is very clear and great. Hunger and neglect have worsened the disease and facilitated the development of pestilence. Could this money be used more usefully than to mitigate this crime? During my life, I had no power over it, but my death would justify me in deciding the path to take.

How should this course be shown? How can I put it, so that I should carry out my intentions without giving up possession for the rest of my life?

These thoughts are replaced by a new wave of sensations. The burden that weighed on my eyebrows and stomach suddenly increased. My brain was deprived of a crippling force, and my limbs refused to support me. My pulse accelerated, and the prevalence of fever was no longer in doubt.

Up until now, I have entertained the faint hope that my helplessness would disappear by itself. This hope is over. The grave is in front of me, and the project of my curiosity or virtue will be forgotten. I have not lost the power of reflection. The consequences of lying on the street, friendless and without protection, are certain. The first passenger would notice me, and immediately called one of the carriages that was busy day and night transporting his victim to the hospital.

This fate, beyond all others, is disgusting to my imagination. To hide me under the roof, where my existence would be unknown and unexpected, and where I might perish uninterrupted and in tranquility, was my current wish. Thetford's or Medlicote's may grant me such asylum, if possible to achieve it.

I made the most strenuous exertion; but they could not carry me forward more than a hundred steps. Here I rested on the stairs, which, looking up, I assumed belonged to the Welbeck house.

This conclusion was quickly overturned by the apparent assumption that every road was bolted and locked. However, this may not be a bathing condition, where nothing needs to be taken care of with unusual precautions. I was suffocated by the inner and scorched by the outer heat; and the relief from bathing and drinking seemed priceless.

The value of this reward, in addition to my desire to avoid the observation of passengers, made me exert all the rest of my strength. Repeated attempts at length allowed me to put up a wall; and put me, as I imagined, in security. I swallowed a lot of water as soon as I reached the well.

The effect, for a while, was beneficial and delicious. My spirit died down, and my faculty was relieved of the burden that had lately oppressed them. My current condition is much more favorable than the previous one. I did not believe that it could be fixed, until, with a vague look up the building, I happened to observe the shutters from the partially open lower window.

Whether this is due to design or coincidence, there is no way to decide. Perhaps, in the most recent owner precipitation, this window has been overlooked. Perhaps it had been opened with violence, and given the entrance to the robbers. In whatever way it happened, it undoubtedly gave me access to the entrance. I have no hesitation in taking advantage of this situation. My goal is not honest. I shouldn't have hurt or stolen anything . It is commendable to seek refuge from the well-meaning persecution of those who rule the city. All I'm looking for is the privilege of dying alone.

After entering through the window, I can't help but say that the furniture and the arrangement didn't change as long as I wasn't around. I moved slowly from one apartment to another, until I finally entered the room that used to be Welbeck's bedroom.

The bed was naked from cover. Cabinets and cabinets show the fasteners are broken. Their contents are gone. Whether this apparition was made by midnight robbers, or by the law minister and the fury of creditor Welbeck, is a topic of futile conjecture.

My design is now done . This room should be the place of my sickness and my protection from the cruelty of my neighbor's charity. My new sensation gave rise to the hope that my helplessness might prove to be a temporary crime. Instead of pestilence or malignant fever, it may be intermittent which is harmless. Time will ascertain its true nature; in the meantime, I will turn the rug into a blanket, fill my jug with water, and give medicine fearlessly, and fearlessly, he said, which is within my reach.