Explore "John Halifax, Gentleman" by Dinah Mulock on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
After Midnight -- I know not how long, for I lost count of the hours by the Abbey chimes, and our light had gone out -- after midnight I heard by my father's breathing that he was asleep. I was thankful to see it for his sake, and also for another reason.
I could not sleep -- all my faculties were preternaturally alive; my weak body and timid mind became strong and active, able to compass anything. For that one night, at least, I felt myself a man.