feltterribly

Updated: May 21, 2025

"No," said he, "I can lend you nothing without security," and clinched his assurance with an oath, the robber! How I contrived to leave the house and, passing through Viborskaia Street, to reach the Voskresenski Bridge I do not know. I only remember that I feltterribly weary, cold, and starved, and that it was ten o'clock before I reached the office.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky - Poor Folk