it pressed upon him, penetrated him, stretched him as on a rack....

And with that his will grew sick and nerveless.
"Lord! I cannot bear it!" he moaned....
In an instant he was back again, drawing long breaths of misery.

He passed his tongue over his lips, and opened his eyes on the darkening apse before him.

The organ was silent now, and the choir was gone, and the lights out.

The sunset colour, too, had faded from the walls, and grim cold faces looked down on him from wall and vault.