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"The sentence - the dread sentence of death - was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed merged in one dreamy indeterminate hum... I saw the lips of the black-robed judges. They appeared to me white - whiter than the sheet upon which I trace these words - and thin even to grotesqueness; thin with the intensity of their expression of firmness - of immovable resolution - of stern contempt of human torture"
"These shadows of memory tell, indistinctly, of tall figures that lifted and bore me in silence down - down - still down till a hideous dizziness oppressed me at the mere idea of the interminableness of the descent."
"So far, I had not opened my eyes. I felt that I lay upon my back, unbound. I reached out my hand, and it fell heavily upon something damp and hard. There I suffered it to remain for many minutes, while I strove to imagine where and what I could be."
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