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Very
suddenly
there
came
back
to
my
soul
motion
and
sound
--
the
tumultuous
motion
of
the
heart
,
and
,
in
my
ears
,
the
sound
of
its
beating
.
Then
a
pause
in
which
all
is
blank
.
Then
again
sound
,
and
motion
,
and
touch
--
a
tingling
sensation
pervading
my
frame
.
Then
the
mere
consciousness
of
existence
,
without
thought
--
a
condition
which
lasted
long
.
Then
,
very
suddenly
,
thought
,
and
shuddering
terror
,
and
earnest
endeavor
to
comprehend
my
true
state
.
Then
a
strong
desire
to
lapse
into
insensibility
.
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
sable
draperies
,
of
the
sentence
,
of
the
sickness
,
of
the
swoon
.
Then
entire
forgetfulness
of
all
that
followed
;
of
all
that
a
later
day
and
much
earnestness
of
endeavor
have
enabled
me
vaguely
to
recall
.
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
.
I
longed
,
yet
dared
not
to
employ
my
vision
.
I
dreaded
the
first
glance
at
objects
around
me
.
It
was
not
that
I
feared
to
look
upon
things
horrible
,
but
that
I
grew
aghast
lest
there
should
be
nothing
to
see
.
At
length
,
with
a
wild
desperation
at
heart
,
I
quickly
unclosed
my
eyes
.
My
worst
thoughts
,
then
,
were
confirmed
.
The
blackness
of
eternal
night
encompassed
me
.
I
struggled
for
breath
.
The
intensity
of
the
darkness
seemed
to
oppress
and
stifle
me
.
The
atmosphere
was
intolerably
close
.
I
still
lay
quietly
,
and
made
effort
to
exercise
my
reason
.
I
brought
to
mind
the
inquisitorial
proceedings
,
and
attempted
from
that
point
to
deduce
my
real
condition
.
The
sentence
had
passed
;
and
it
appeared
to
me
that
a
very
long
interval
of
time
had
since
elapsed
.
Yet
not
for
a
moment
did
I
suppose
myself
actually
dead
.
Such
a
supposition
,
notwithstanding
what
we
read
in
fiction
,
is
altogether
inconsistent
with
real
existence
;
--
but
where
and
in
what
state
was
I
?
The
condemned
to
death
,
I
knew
,
perished
usually
at
the
autos-da-fe
,
and
one
of
these
had
been
held
on
the
very
night
of
the
day
of
my
trial
.
Had
I
been
remanded
to
my
dungeon
,
to
await
the
next
sacrifice
,
which
would
not
take
place
for
many
months
?
This
I
at
once
saw
could
not
be
.
Victims
had
been
in
immediate
demand
.
Moreover
,
my
dungeon
,
as
well
as
all
the
condemned
cells
at
Toledo
,
had
stone
floors
,
and
light
was
not
altogether
excluded
.
A
fearful
idea
now
suddenly
drove
the
blood
in
torrents
upon
my
heart
,
and
for
a
brief
period
,
I
once
more
relapsed
into
insensibility
.
Upon
recovering
,
I
at
once
started
to
my
feet
,
trembling
convulsively
in
every
fibre
.
I
thrust
my
arms
wildly
above
and
around
me
in
all
directions
.
I
felt
nothing
;
yet
dreaded
to
move
a
step
,
lest
I
should
be
impeded
by
the
walls
of
a
tomb
.
Perspiration
burst
from
every
pore
,
and
stood
in
cold
big
beads
upon
my
forehead
.
The
agony
of
suspense
grew
at
length
intolerable
,
and
I
cautiously
moved
forward
,
with
my
arms
extended
,
and
my
eyes
straining
from
their
sockets
,
in
the
hope
of
catching
some
faint
ray
of
light
.
I
proceeded
for
many
paces
;
but
still
all
was
blackness
and
vacancy
.
I
breathed
more
freely
.
It
seemed
evident
that
mine
was
not
,
at
least
,
the
most
hideous
of
fates
.
And
now
,
as
I
still
continued
to
step
cautiously
onward
,
there
came
thronging
upon
my
recollection
a
thousand
vague
rumors
of
the
horrors
of
Toledo
.
Of
the
dungeons
there
had
been
strange
things
narrated
--
fables
I
had
always
deemed
them
--
but
yet
strange
,
and
too
ghastly
to
repeat
,
save
in
a
whisper
.
Was
I
left
to
perish
of
starvation
in
this
subterranean
world
of
darkness
;
or
what
fate
,
perhaps
even
more
fearful
,
awaited
me
?
That
the
result
would
be
death
,
and
a
death
of
more
than
customary
bitterness
,
I
knew
too
well
the
character
of
my
judges
to
doubt
.
The
mode
and
the
hour
were
all
that
occupied
or
distracted
me
.
My
outstretched
hands
at
length
encountered
some
solid
obstruction
.
It
was
a
wall
,
seemingly
of
stone
masonry
--
very
smooth
,
slimy
,
and
cold
.
I
followed
it
up
;
stepping
with
all
the
careful
distrust
with
which
certain
antique
narratives
had
inspired
me
.
This
process
,
however
,
afforded
me
no
means
of
ascertaining
the
dimensions
of
my
dungeon
;
as
I
might
make
its
circuit
,
and
return
to
the
point
whence
I
set
out
,
without
being
aware
of
the
fact
;
so
perfectly
uniform
seemed
the
wall
.
I
therefore
sought
the
knife
which
had
been
in
my
pocket
,
when
led
into
the
inquisitorial
chamber
;
but
it
was
gone
;
my
clothes
had
been
exchanged
for
a
wrapper
of
coarse
serge
.
I
had
thought
of
forcing
the
blade
in
some
minute
crevice
of
the
masonry
,
so
as
to
identify
my
point
of
departure
.
The
difficulty
,
nevertheless
,
was
but
trivial
;
although
,
in
the
disorder
of
my
fancy
,
it
seemed
at
first
insuperable
.
I
tore
a
part
of
the
hem
from
the
robe
and
placed
the
fragment
at
full
length
,
and
at
right
angles
to
the
wall
.
In
groping
my
way
around
the
prison
,
I
could
not
fail
to
encounter
this
rag
upon
completing
the
circuit
.
So
,
at
least
I
thought
:
but
I
had
not
counted
upon
the
extent
of
the
dungeon
,
or
upon
my
own
weakness
.
The
ground
was
moist
and
slippery
.
I
staggered
onward
for
some
time
,
when
I
stumbled
and
fell
.
My
excessive
fatigue
induced
me
to
remain
prostrate
;
and
sleep
soon
overtook
me
as
I
lay
.
Upon
awaking
,
and
stretching
forth
an
arm
,
I
found
beside
me
a
loaf
and
a
pitcher
with
water
.
I
was
too
much
exhausted
to
reflect
upon
this
circumstance
,
but
ate
and
drank
with
avidity
.
Shortly
afterward
,
I
resumed
my
tour
around
the
prison
,
and
with
much
toil
came
at
last
upon
the
fragment
of
the
serge
.
Up
to
the
period
when
I
fell
I
had
counted
fifty-two
paces
,
and
upon
resuming
my
walk
,
I
had
counted
forty-eight
more
;
--
when
I
arrived
at
the
rag
.
There
were
in
all
,
then
,
a
hundred
paces
;
and
,
admitting
two
paces
to
the
yard
,
I
presumed
the
dungeon
to
be
fifty
yards
in
circuit
.
I
had
met
,
however
,
with
many
angles
in
the
wall
,
and
thus
I
could
form
no
guess
at
the
shape
of
the
vault
;
for
vault
I
could
not
help
supposing
it
to
be
.
I
had
little
object
--
certainly
no
hope
these
researches
;
but
a
vague
curiosity
prompted
me
to
continue
them
.
Quitting
the
wall
,
I
resolved
to
cross
the
area
of
the
enclosure
.
At
first
I
proceeded
with
extreme
caution
,
for
the
floor
,
although
seemingly
of
solid
material
,
was
treacherous
with
slime
.
