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Unfortunately I was not ill; therefore the next day I was obliged to leave the Infirmary to return to my dungeon.
Not ill? No truly, I am young, healthful, and strong; the blood flows freely in my veins; my limbs obey my will; I am robust in mind and body, constituted for a long life. Yes, all this is true; and yet, nevertheless, I have an illness, a fatal illness, -- an illness given by the hand of man!