"I have come for your rescue, and others who have come for the same purpose are near.

Turn on one side, and I will cut the bonds that hold your arms." The voice, the white voice, was like the touch of fire to Mary Newton.
A sudden fierce desire for life and for the lives of her four children awoke within her just when hope had gone the call to life came.

She had never heard before a voice so full of cheer and encouragement.

It penetrated her whole being.

Exhaustion and despair fled away.
"Turn a little on your side," said the voice.
She turned obediently, and then felt the sharp edge of cold steel as it swept between her wrists and cut the thongs that held them together.