“THE FIRST I REMEMBER WAS WHEN I AGAIN HEARD THE DOOR SLAM, AND OVER ME STOOD THE GUARD AND THE SUPERINTENDENT.”
Again I was taken back, but not to the rack—to my cell, where I was given some coffee, and kind words with it. I was wondering what this meant when I heard footsteps, then voices saying:
“Let them tie you as often as they will. I shall free you. You are innocent, and shall not be punished.”
I looked for the one whose voice I heard, and, to my surprise, could not see anyone. I shuddered. I did not understand this.
I had drunk my coffee, and was feeling somewhat better from its effect and that of the kind words, when the superintendent entered with others.
As I arose to greet them I was drawn back by some invisible power. Remaining seated, I was told to arise. I could not do so, and replied that I could not.
One of the gentlemen seized my arm and told me to stand up. I tried to do so, and could not. I was taken hold of by another and told to stand, but again I could not. Then they tried to lift me up, and they could not move me.