He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.

The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding places.

It may...be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion; but when I see a fellow-creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character.

But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.

I required kindness and sympathy, but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it.

One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought

What is there so fearful as the expectation of evil tidings delayed? ... Misery is a more welcome visitant when she comes in her darkest guise and wraps us in perpetual black, for then the heart no longer sickens with disappointed hope.