He exerted himself to the utmost in forwarding my search: But our united endeavours were unattended by success.

The retreat, which concealed Agnes remained an impenetrable mystery, and I began to abandon all hopes of recovering her.
About eight months ago I was returning to my Hotel in a melancholy humour, having past the evening at the Play-House.

The Night was dark, and I was unaccompanied.

Plunged in reflections which were far from being agreeable, I perceived not that three Men had followed me from the Theatre; till, on turning into an unfrequented Street, they all attacked me at the same time with the utmost fury.

I sprang back a few paces, drew my sword, and threw my cloak over my left arm.