And then with what shame and regret would he look back upon himself! how would he reproach himself with associating himself with a whore! picked up in the worst of all holes, the cloister, among the dirt and filth of all the town! how would he be trembling for fear he had got the pox, for fear a dart had struck through his liver, and hate himself every time he looked back upon the madness and brutality of his debauch! how would he, if he had any principles of honour, as I verily believe he had--I say, how would he abhor the thought of giving any ill distemper, if he had it, as for aught he knew he might, to his modest and virtuous wife, and thereby sowing the contagion in the life-blood of his posterity.
Comme il se haïrait lui-même chaque fois qu'il regarderait la folie et la brutalité de sa débauche! Comme il abhorrerait la pensée, s'il avait quelques principes d'honneur, de donner aucune maladie s'il en avait--et était-il sûr de n'en point avoir?--à sa femme chaste et vertueuse, et de semer ainsi la contagion dans le sang vital de sa postérité!