I perceived that the strain of that horrible haunted silence was driving me mad.

There was no escape, no hope, no peace.

Again and again did I break from incoherent ravings to sink upon my knees, beseeching God for mercy.

Yet I arose without rest, without peace.

At last I sank weakly down against the wall and lay trembling in every limb, staring blindly with wide-open, unseeing eyes.
I had come to the very end--to that moment when my limbs refused longer to support my swaying body, when my tortured brain was picturing scenes of hellish ingenuity.