i never knew it before. i never knew anything before. when she come into the court i say to myself, i must not accuse this woman, for she sleep in ditches, and so very old and poor. But then -then she sit there, denying and denying, and I feel a misty coldness climbing up my back, and the skin on my skull begin to creep, and I feel a clamp around my neck and I cannot breathe air; and then I hear a voice, a screamin' voice, and it were my voice- and all at once, I remember everything she done to me!"