Of what materials was I made, that I could thus resist so many shocks, which like the turning of the wheel, continually renewed the torture?

At these moments, I often endeavored to put an end to the existence I loathed; and it required unceasing attendance and vigilance to restrain me from committing some dreadful act of violence.

She was there, lifeless and inanimate, thrown across the bed, her head hanging down, and her pale and distorted features half covered by her hair.