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vent my escape. My cape. I don't think about escaping.

Escape from what ? I feel myself absolutely innocent with regard to

the suspicions or accusations, and even when all appearances

should be against me, I think it not difficult to convinge any

righteous Judge of that. But escape from my own self, I can not.

And only that is worth while.

what.

I must go to Singapore as soon as possible, to know why and

To be back in Java, a prisoner of the Dutch, that is true,

but I don't care for that any more. Not a deed of mine, not a single word, not even an intention makes ne guilty for any British

I have to atone Judge. I have not to atone for any such guilt.

It is only for theft en treason. And, by my God, that I will,

that, I will.

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Confession for which nobody can This is my confession.

Only God can givə punish me, nobody can give me absolution. absolution for the Bin, man comits against his own self,

To what worse than money, for accursed money I became a thief.

that can I come yet ?

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This is my confession.

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I don't know, why I put this all

Something within me drove me ož,

I am glad, I did it. It has made my burden somewhat lighter. Though I oan not day with a pen, how I see myself; though I can not describe the mood, in which I am, there is something which tells me that even I can be cured from my deadly sick conscience; that only with Truth I can and must kill all these infernal lies

around me.