o Dr Cie, t time at Mrs Creams. t t s—t s, before Gentleman, as a  to be mad—struck me like a bloo t. I  Briar; but t t. It  been toucco struggle, and to shriek.

    Get off me! I s off me! Get off me! Get off!

    Nurse Bacon felt me ted it  crack. Shere came blood on my cheek.

    t quite say  I t on struggling and sill. Nurse Bacon rolled from me; I t someone—probably, Nurse Spiller— me; yet still my fit kept on. I  Betty started up bello otook up ts from ours. I tctles and cups! I  aken frig  men and ter anote, Dr Cie. . ill kicking and the blood from Nurse Bacons nose upon me.

    S  set her off?

    Nurse Bacon said not   ? Dr Cie said again. A dream?

    A dream, s arted into life. Oie, s!

    t made me sie said, Rigreatment for paroxysms. You men, and Nurse Spiller. Cold er plunge. ty minutes.

    t  it seemed to me no me uprig I o float. In fact, toes, next day. But I dont remember, noaken do floor, to t of t remember passing to t dark corridor, to t ts, tiles beneat—but, only dimly.  I recall most is to, at t, as t up and s over ter; t, as I pulled against traps.

    t fly the shock,

    as t it—ter over my face, t into my moutried to gasp—t, wtered and coughed.

    I t they had hanged me.

    I t I e to o plunge. Fifteen plunges in all. Fifteen seen tugs on the rope of my life.

    After t, I dont remember anything.

    t er all. I lay in darkness. I did not dream. I did not t say I e myself, again. For s and took me back