“You are loogking indo der darkness,” said the baron; “loogk oudt ondo der sunlighdt.”
The woman seemed to laugh.
“I can’t see any sunlight, in this black place.”
“Imachine dot you see der sunlighdt, eenyhow! Idt vill hellup. As vor Schnitzenhauser, he nefer gifs oop. I haf peen in vorse blaces, unt I am sdill lifing. You pedt me, ve gan gidt oudt uff dhis.”
“I wish you would show me how.”
“Py yiminy, I vill!”
He began to tug and struggle, in a wild effort to release his hands from the cords that cut them.
“I pedt I vill magke idt,” he declared. “Uff in no odder vays, I vill gidt you to gnaw dhem off yoost like a radt.”