The Second Sleep

by Robert Harris

Even his voice—hoarse and breathless—was fat.

Lol

We can use the rope.”

You can never have too much rope! :)

“Leave it!” ordered the bishop. The chief sheriff trained his pistol on Hancock, who drew his hand back quickly. “This is as far as you will be permitted to go—and too far it is already! I alone will inspect the chamber and judge what is fit to be removed, and then it will be sealed and buried for ever. I believe we will copy your method, Captain, and use blasting powder to do the job. After that, you will all stand trial in Exeter for heresy. And this time, Dr. Shadwell, there will be no leniency.” He half turned and raised his hand. “Where is Mr. Quycke?”

This reminds me of the end of “Planet of the Apes.”