The Man by Bram Stoker Chapter 14 Page 24

This she said with a cold, cutting sarcasm which sounded like the rasping of a roughly- sharpened knife through raw flesh. Harold groaned in spirit; he felt a weakness which began at his heart to steal through him. It took all his manhood to bear himself erect. He dreaded what was coming, as of old the once-tortured victim dreaded the coming torment of the rack.