"Yes" (my voice was so weak, I could hardly hear it myself), "have I been ill?"
"Very, very ill, but you are better now, thank God, thank God."
"Where are we, Lilian?"
"In a kind of a cave at the back of a house."
"But how did we get here, I want to know all about it."
"I wonder if you are strong enough to hear more now?"
"Yes, yes," I cried, feverishly; "it will make me much worse not to know."
"Well," she replied, soothingly, "I think it would, and you must not agitate yourself. Now I will give you a cooling draught, and then you must lie quite still, and I will tell you everything."
"You won't hide anything, will you? I want to know what happened after that dreadful torture," and I shuddered.
"You were not tortured, darling; what their intentions were I do not know. I think they did mean to put us to a cruel death, but God is over all and prevented it."