text:  "Oh no!" she murmured to herself as he yet spoke; "that were too horrible!" and when he paused it was with a smothered scream of agony still mixed with doubt that she cried "Karl!" "Karl!" repeated the witchfinder clenching the bars with still firmer grasp and raising himself with the effort to the full height of his stature as though his limbs had on a sudden recovered all their strength--"Karl! Ay that was my name! How dost thou know it woman?" "O God!" exclaimed the wretched tenant of the cell "was my cup of bitterness not yet full? Hast thou reserved me this?" She wrung her hands in agony and then looking again at the cripple cried in a tone of concentrated misery "Karl! they told me that thou wast dead--that thou too hadst died after that night of horrors!" "Who art thou woman?" cried the cripple again with an accent of horror as if a frightful thought had for the first time forced itself upon his brain