And at night, when the windows of Grandison Place were all illuminated, glittering off by itself like a great lantern, the traveller could scarcely have caught the glimmering ray of the little lamp dimly burning in our curtained room.
Do you think I was resigned?
That because I was dumb, I lay like a lamb before the stroke of the shearer?
I will tell you how resigned, how submissive I was.

I have read of the tortures of the Inquisition.

I have read of one who was chained on his back to the dungeon floor, without the power to move one muscle,--hand and foot, body and limb bound.

As he lay thus prone, looking up, ever upwards, he saw a circular knife, slowly descending, swinging like a pendulum, swinging nearer and nearer; and he knew that every breath he drew it came nearer and nearer, and that he _must_ feel anon the cold, sharp edge.

Yet he lay still, immovable, frozen, waiting, with his glazed eyes fixed on the terrible weapon.