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A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, / And yet I would not sleep Merciful powers! / Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature / Gives way to in repose. / "Macbeth".
For several days I had been ill. They were merciful days to me since I was far too weak for thought. Then there came a period of conscious rest, then renewed interest in life and my own fate and reputation. What had happened during this interval?