1 I must be careful of you, my treasure: nerves like yours were not made for rough handling.
2 Well, he is not a ghost; yet every nerve I have is unstrung: for a moment I am beyond my own mastery.
3 He said every nerve had been overstrained in some way, and the whole system must sleep torpid a while.
4 Silence composes the nerves; and as an unbroken hush now reigned again through the whole house, I began to feel the return of slumber.
5 No severe or prolonged bodily illness followed this incident of the red-room; it only gave my nerves a shock of which I feel the reverberation to this day.
6 I was mightily refreshed by the beverage; as much so as a giant with wine: it gave new tone to my unstrung nerves, and enabled me to address this penetrating young judge steadily.
7 He bullied and punished me; not two or three times in the week, nor once or twice in the day, but continually: every nerve I had feared him, and every morsel of flesh in my bones shrank when he came near.
8 This state of things should have been to me a paradise of peace, accustomed as I was to a life of ceaseless reprimand and thankless fagging; but, in fact, my racked nerves were now in such a state that no calm could soothe, and no pleasure excite them agreeably.
9 I can now conjecture readily that this streak of light was, in all likelihood, a gleam from a lantern carried by some one across the lawn: but then, prepared as my mind was for horror, shaken as my nerves were by agitation, I thought the swift darting beam was a herald of some coming vision from another world.