I star’d at him, as if I was frightened, for I thought all his Face look’d like a Death’s-Head; and then, immediately, I thought I perceiv’d his Head all Bloody; and then his Cloaths look’d Bloody too…
Daniel Defoe, Roxana
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Monday, 8th October
I have, I confess, wonder’d at the Stupidity that my intellectual Part was under all the while; what Lethargick Fumes doz’d the Soul
Daniel Defoe, Roxana
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Monday, 19th November