midnight
These doubts were now again reviving in my mind ; I could not , for the life of me , imagine how , taking all circumstances into consideration , these highwaymen , these pickpockets , should have been anything else than highwaymen and pickpockets ; any more than how , taking all circumstances into consideration , Bishop Latimer -LRB- the reader is aware that I had read `` Fox 's Book of Martyrs '' -RRB- should have been anything else than Bishop Latimer . I had a very ill-regulated mind at that period . My own peculiar ideas with respect to everything being a lying dream began also to revive . Sometimes at midnight , after having toiled for hours at my occupations , I would fling myself back on my chair , look about the poor apartment , dimly lighted by an unsnuffed candle , or upon the heaps of books and papers before me , and exclaim , -- `` Do I exist ? Do these things , which I think I see about me , exist , or do they not ? Is not every thing a dream -- a deceitful dream ? Is not this apartment a dream -- the furniture a dream ?