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What a night have I passed, not being able to get to sleep from animals crawling continually all over my poor dear person. If once I had

got to sleep, I would then have defied them, but it was not practicable. But what were these animals?

Why to know that I looked this morning at the bed's head,

and behold I saw some hundreds of bugs on their March home,

full of prey, I dare say, Though bugs do not like me in general, I suppose

an overabundance of population had created a famine, for I was bit in three different places, all three on a very tender part which I shall forbear mentioning

in which we Britain think is the best part of a bullock to make a stake of.

At five this morning I left Capua, glad to get out of such a dirty hole.

However, I deserved it for going to bed last night without looking.

Whereas had I proceeded in my customary manner, laying myself down on a board, bench, or table, I should

have slept like a hero, but Naples had made me luxurious, and this night was I repaid for it.

I slept for it. I slept mercifully, not well but some. On looking, however, at my fair hand in the morning as it lay outside the bedclothes, I perceived it to be all, what shall I say, elevated into inequalities,

significant of much. My pretty neck too, especially the part of it Babby used to like to kiss, was all bitten

infamously.

I went this morning while a man was taking down my bedstead to look for the bugs, which

were worse last night, of course, having found what a rare creature they had got to eat and

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