However, it was hardly morning, and I might reasonably hope to arrive by night. But the overflowing misery I now felt, and the excess of agitation that I endured, rendered me incapable of any exertion. I threw down the oar, and leaning my head upon my hands gave way to every gloomy idea that arose. If I looked up, I saw the scenes which were familiar to me in my happier time, and which I had contemplated but the day before in the company of her who was now but a shadow and a recollection. Tears streamed from my eyes.
Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.
I arrived at Geneva. Melancholy followed, but by degrees I gained a clear conception of my miseries and situation, and was then released from my prison. I not, as I awakened to reason, at the same time awakened to revenge. I was possessed by a maddening rage when I thought of him, and desired and ardently prayed that I might have him within my grasp to wreak a great and signal revenge on his cursed head. The magistrate listened to me with attention and kindness.