Thomas Hardy,
Desperate Remedies — 2. TWO TO FIVE A.M.
(1871)
“ No window, but crevices in the door, through which, probably, the moonbeams streamed in the most attenuated and skeleton-like rays, striking sharply upon portions of wet rusty cranks and chains; a glistening wheel, turning incessantly, labouring in the dark like a captive starving in a dungeon ”
