I saw the lips of the black-robed judges. They appeared to me white- whiter than the sheet upon which I trace these word- and thin even to grotesqueness: thin with the intensity of their expression of firmness... human torture.
I had been deceived, too, in respect to the shape of the enclosure. In feeling my way around I had found many angles... the effect of total darkness.
The sweep of the pendulum had increased. The pit whose horrors had been destined for so bold recusant as myself- the pit, typical of hell.
Free! and in the grasp of the Inquisition! I had scarcely stepped from my wooden bed of horror... Free! I had escaped my death in one form of agony.