All the rooms are just alike: if you see one, you have seen them all.

They have nothing terrible nor sad in themselves; and yet it is difficult to enter one of them without a shudder.

They are cold.

The walls all seem moist with the tears which have been shed there.

You shudder, at thinking of the avowals wrested from the criminals, of the confessions broken with sobs murmured there.
In the office of the judge of inquiry, Justice clothes herself in none of that apparel which she afterwards dons in order to strike fear into the masses.