The next day there was a second watchman engaged.
And Olsen told him very kindly, meaning only to warn him,
that he was suspected to be there for no good purpose.
Lieders confirmed a lurking suspicion of the good Carl's own,
by the clouding of his face. Yet he would have chopped his
hand off rather than have lifted it against the shop.

That was Tuesday night, this was Wednesday morning.

The memory of it all, the cruel sense of injustice, returned with such
poignant force that Lieders groaned aloud.

Instantly, Thekla was bending over him. He did not know whether to laugh
at her or to swear, for she began fumbling at the ropes, half sobbing.
"Yes, I knowed they was hurting you, papa; I'm going to loose one arm.
Then I put it back again and loose the other. Please don't be bad!"

He made no resistance and she was as good as her word.
She unbound and bound him in sections, as it were; he watching
her with a morose smile.

Then she left the room, but only to return with some hot coffee.
Lieders twisted his head away. "No," said he, "I don't eat none
of that breakfast, not if you make fresh coffee all the morning;
I feel like I don't eat never no more on earth."

Thekla knew that the obstinate nature that she tempted was proof
against temptation; if Kurt chose to starve, starve he would
with food at his elbow.