I should have longed rather to deviate to a wood I saw not far off, which appeared in its thick shade to offer inviting shelter; but I was so sick, so weak, so gnawed with nature's cravings, instinct kept me roaming round abodes where there was a chance of food.
Hubiera sido mejor dirigirme a un bosquecillo cercano, que se mostraba ante mis ojos brindándome un apetecible refugio, pero me hallaba tan débil, tan extenuada, que rondaba por instinto en torno a los sitios donde existía alguna posibilidad de hallar alimento.