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At
length
for
my
seared
and
writhing
body
there
was
no
longer
an
inch
of
foothold
on
the
firm
floor
of
the
prison
.
I
struggled
no
more
,
but
the
agony
of
my
soul
found
vent
in
one
loud
,
long
,
and
final
scream
of
despair
.
I
felt
that
I
tottered
upon
the
brink
--
I
averted
my
eyes
--
--
There
was
a
discordant
hum
of
human
voices
!
There
was
a
loud
blast
as
of
many
trumpets
!
There
was
a
harsh
grating
as
of
a
thousand
thunders
!
The
fiery
walls
rushed
back
!
An
outstretched
arm
caught
my
own
as
I
fell
,
fainting
,
into
the
abyss
.
It
was
that
of
General
Lasalle
.
The
French
army
had
entered
Toledo
.
The
Inquisition
was
in
the
hands
of
its
enemies
.