Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. He had not far to go; he knew the exact distance between his lodging and present destination - just seven hundred and thirty paces. He had counted them when his plan only floated through his brain like a vague dream. At that time, he him self would not have believed it capable of realisation; he merely dallied in fancy with a chimera which was both terrible and seductive. But a month had elapsed, and he had already begun to view it in a different light. Although he reproached himself throughout his soliloquies with irresolution and a want of energy, he had accustomed himself, little by little, and, indeed, in spite of himself, to consider the realisation of his dream a possibility, though be doubted his own resolution. He was but just now rehearsing his enterprise, and his agitation was increasing at every step.