Help!
He flung the blankets from him madly to free his face and neck. That was his hell. God had allowed him to see the hell reserved for his sins: stinking, bestial,malignant, a hell of lecherous goatish fiends. For him! For him!
He sprang from the bed, the reeking odour pouring down his throat, clogging and revolting his entrails.Air! The air of heaven! He stumbled towards the window, groaning and almost fainting with sickness.At the washstand a convulsion seized him within;and, clasping his cold forehead wildly, he vomited profusely in agony.