"Why such haste?
I don't have to catch a train, and I am so confounded comfortable as I am that I prefer not to be disturbed." But unlace me they did, rolling me out of the fetid jacket and upon the floor, an inert, helpless thing.
"No wonder he was comfortable," said Captain Jamie.

"He didn't feel anything.

He's paralysed." "Paralysed your grandmother," sneered the Warden.

"Get him up on his feat and you'll see him stand." Hutchins and the doctor dragged me to my feet.
"Now let go!" the Warden commanded.
Not all at once could life return into the body that had been practically dead for ten days, and as a result, with no power as yet over my flesh, I gave at the knees, crumpled, pitched sidewise, and gashed my forehead against the wall.
"You see," said Captain Jamie.
"Good acting," retorted the Warden.

"That man's got nerve to do anything." "You're right, Warden," I whispered from the floor.