torture [ˈtɔ:ʧə], limb [lɪm], tough [tʌf]

"Who is here? Have you come to torture me again, Yara? Will you never be done? Oh, Yag-kosha, is there no end to agony?"

Tears rolled from the sightless eyes, and Conan's gaze strayed to the limbs stretched on the marble couch. And he knew the monster would not rise to attack him. He knew the marks of the rack, and the searing brand of the flame, and tough-souled as he was, he stood aghast at the ruined deformities which his reason told him had once been limbs as comely as his own. And suddenly all fear and repulsion went from him to be replaced by a great pity.

What this monster was, Conan could not know (Конан не мог знать, что это было за чудовище), but the evidences of its sufferings were so terrible and pathetic (но свидетельства его страданий были так ужасны и трогательны = вызывали такое сострадание) that a strange aching sadness came over the Cimmerian, he knew not why (что необычная болезненная печаль накатила на киммерийца, он не знал почему = неведомо почему для него самого; to come over — найти на кого-л.). He only felt that he was looking upon a cosmic tragedy (он лишь ощутил, что созерцает космическую трагедию = трагедию космического масштаба;to look on — наблюдать /со стороны; не вмешиваясь/), and he shrank with shame (и он сжался от стыда; to shrink — уменьшать; сжиматься), as if the guilt of a whole race were laid upon him (как будто вина целой расы была возложена на него; to lay — класть; возлагать).

"I am not Yara (я не Яра)," he said. "I am only a thief (я лишь вор). I will not harm you (я не причиню тебе вреда)."