I had seen. I could not keep on living like the rest of the world with the dread that such things might happen me again.
I came and found the doctor who has charge of this asylum and told him everything.
After he had examined me at great length, he said:
"Would you agree to remain here for some time, monsieur?"
"Very gladly, monsieur."
"You have means of your own?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"Do you wish a pavilion to yourself?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"Shall you wish to see friends?"
"No, monsieur; no, not a soul. The man of Rouen, in his desire for vengeance, might make bold to come and pursue me here."
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And so I am here alone, all alone, for three months, now. My mind is at ease, nearly. I fear but one thing: If the antiquary should become crazy—and if they should bring him to this asylum The very prisoners themselves are not secure
