I also remember sinking to the floor, only half conscious of what I was doing, and then I must have swooned or slept.
When I recovered consciousness I rose to my feet.

A step or two brought me against a damp stone wall.

Three short paces in another direction, and once more I was against the wall.

Then I stopped, turned my back to the reeking stone, and cursed the brutes that had treated me with such wanton cruelty.

It was not brutal; it was human.