Already my feet were so weary that they would no longer support me.

I felt that my hands were growing icy cold, and my head was filled with the strangest fancies.

And that is why I am here.

I do not know at all how I came, or where I found the necessary strength to bring me to you.

You must try to forgive me; but had I been forced to do so, I would have broken open doors with my fists, I would have clambered up to this balcony in broad daylight, for my will was no longer under my control, and I was quite wild.