One window very high from the ground, with a chintz window curtain: No light was left with me, but fortunately the moon shone sufficiently through the window for me to discriminate every object.
Rousing at length from the stupor of terror, I placed a chair on the table, and looked through the window; a large garden was under it, and beyond the wood. The distance from the ground was so great, that to reach it, appeared almost impossible; but what will not despair attempt, and ingenuity contrive.
With some difficulty I got off the window curtain, and with my teeth affected different breaks, by which means I tore it into six parts; but the fear of being heard, obliged me to be long and cautious in doing it.—At length I effected my design; I tied each part together in repeated strong knots; I opened the window softly, and letting it down, saw that it reached the ground.
There was a chance indeed that it might break, or that my hands might slip; yet as
