Such were these earnest wishings that but one man had been saved. I believe I repeated the words, “Oh that it had been but one!” a thousand times; and my desires were so moved by it, that when I spoke the words my hands would clinch together, and my fingers would press the palms of my hands, so that if I had had any soft thing in my hand I should have crushed it involuntarily; and the teeth in my head would strike together, and set against one another so strong, that for some time I could not part them again.
Estaba tan trastornado por este deseo, que cuando decía esas palabras, entrelazaba las manos y apretaba tanto los dedos, que si hubiese tenido algo frágil entre ellas, lo habría roto involuntariamente; y apretaba los dientes con tanta fuerza, que a veces no podía separarlos. Dejemos que los naturalistas expliquen estas cosas, su razón y su forma de ser.