I sunk knee-deep into the former, and was exhausted by the fatigue of extricating myself.

At length I recovered firm ground, and threw myself on the turf to repair my wasted strength, and to reflect on the measures which my future welfare enjoined me to pursue.
What condition was ever parallel to mine?
The transactions of the last three days resembled the monstrous creations of delirium.

They were painted with vivid hues on my memory; but so rapid and incongruous were these transitions, that I almost denied belief to their reality.

They exercised a bewildering and stupefying influence on my mind, from which the meditations of an hour were scarcely sufficient to relieve me.
Gradually I recovered the power of arranging my ideas and forming conclusions.
Welbeck was dead.

His property was swallowed up, and his creditors left to wonder at his disappearance.