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- After that, the sound of inquisitional voices seemed merged into one dreamy indeterminate hum.
- IMPIA TORTORUM LONGOS HIS TURBA FURORES SANGUINIS INNOCUI, NON SATIATA, ALUIT. SOSPITE NUNC PATRIA, FRACTO NUNC FUNERIS ANTRO, MORS UBI DIRA FUIT VITA SALUSQUE PATENT.
- I was sick...Sick unto death with that long agony...
- When they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit I felt that my senses were leaving me, the sentence that dread sentence of death was the last distinct accntuation which reached my ears.
- I saw the lips of the black-robed judges. They appeared to me white and thin even to grotesqueness, thin with the intensity of their expression of firmness of immovable resolution of stern contempt for human torture.
- It conveyed to my soul the idea of revoultion perhaps from its association in fancy with the burr of a mill wheel. This only for a breif period; for presently I heard no more
- VERY SUDDENLY There came back to my soul motion and sound of the tumultuous beating of my heart and, in my ears, the sound of its beating. Then a pause in which all is blank. Then again sound, motion, and touch a tingling sensation pervading my frame. Then the mere consciousness of existence, without thought a condition that lasted long. Then, very suddenly, thought and shuddering terror, and earnest endeavor to comprehend my true state, then a rushing revival of soul and a successful effort to move. And now a full memory of the trial, of the judges, of the sentence, of the sickness, of the swoon, at length, with a wild desperation at heart, I QUICKLY UNLCOSED MY EYES.
- I felt nothing; yet I dreaded to move a step......Lest I should be impeded by the walls of a TOMB.
- The blackness of eternal night emcompassed me! I struggled for breath.
- The intensity of the darkness seemed to oppress me and stifle me. I at once started to my feet, trembling convulsively in every fibre.
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