First, he had to bear the combined weight of the knowledge of what he had done, of that haunting reproach that he might have done it so much better, and of the dread of discovery. This was load enough to crush him, and he laboured under it day and night. It was as heavy on him in his scanty sleep, as in his red-eyed waking h
This paragraph and sentence are so sad to me. First, talking about how it was enough to crush him and how he didn't get any sleep. It just sounds very depressing. (also totally annotated the wrong chapters yesterday - sorry about that)