How stupidly mistaken I was when I hoped to be able to turn my eyes
upward and behold the blessed vault of heaven. They will turn me over,
on my stomach, with my neck in a clamp. And I shall be able to see
nothing because of my bandaged eyes.
Probably there will be a small box suspended below me; and I cannot
even see the little box which I know will catch my severed head.
Only night--a seething darkness around me. I blink my eyes and believe
myself still alive--I have life in my fingers, even--I cling
stubbornly to life. If they would only take off the bandage so I could
see something--I might enjoy looking at the dust grains in the bottom
of the box and see how tiny they were....
Silence and Darkness. Mute exhalations from the crowds....
Merciful God! Grant me one supplication--take off the bandage!
Merciful God! I am _Thy_ creature--take off the bandage!
Everybody was silent when he was through. Ojen drank; Milde was busy with
a spot on his vest, and did not understand a word of what he had heard; he
lifted his glass to the Journalist and whispered:
"Your health!"
Mrs.
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