I did not speak as ed streets, for my mind y of familiar ts and experiences; it seemed to  of te  naked upon a ss urning, and I unes; or begin to contemplate, , errors, desires and ambitions, alien to my orderly and careful life; and t t t some great imponderable being  t ly ae fait tolerance for t personalities, ain obscure sects, because I also  fixed s and principles dissolving before a pos melancation t I tremble lest it wake again and drive me from my new?found peace.

    to t y terminus, it seemed to me I  s eternity, but eternity ed and Mices   no me o my excited mind more like a mask t t  in er, and t it laug ter or less t Mices at all: Mices is dead; dead for ten, for ty years per repeating to myself. I fell at last into a feverisime to time tle tos slated roofs s, or still lake gleaming in t. I oo pre?occupied to ask ice ickets Mices aken, but I kneion of t ly I knerees o tattered beggars flying  o, t . tely I sa, its dull grey broken into ches and lines.

    train o go, and set out, buttoning our coats about us, for tter and violent. Mices , seeming anxious to leave me to my ts; and as  promontory, I realized ion  and of feelings, if indeed some mysterious c taken place in tance of my mind, for t of a teeming, fantastic inner life; and ed to a square ancient?looking s lee, set out on ted and almost deserted pier, and said it emple of tasy t t covering it e foam,  as part of some indefinite and passionate life,  to plunge to a nig astic terror, but t t sti