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Then she wakes up in the cell on her rough pallet She touches the greasy tangles of hair Pryde cut off with his knife at her shoulders The only srowls, de more But there will be no more until Pryde returns later

To pass the ti wheel Pryde brought the spinning wheel into the cell three years ago along with a bag of fabric scraps, needles, and thread "The rev wants you toup these clothes You y"

She puts a hand to her stoainst the sackcloth fabric of her dress Beneath her pallet she keeps a lacy pink dress she'd worn in her first year of captivity until she outgrew it Since then she's worn a series of shapeless gowns that grew larger with each year Soled up with the pink dress to remind herself of the world outside the cell, where beauty still lived

Fro wheel, Prudence takes the spindle in her hand to continue carving the o in a dream She couldn't remember who had spoken the words, but she knew they were important When she awoke froain until they became etched in her memory

She wanted theh She wanted thean carving To carve the first letter took a week

On her sixth anniversary of being stuck down here, she will at last finish the project She runs her hand along the spot on the here she's carved the other letters, feeling her way to where she needs to place the final one Her hands shake as she chips away at the rock with the spindle; she takes the spindle in both hands to steady herself

Hours later, the work is co thereat the obstacle, with God on our side ill prevail," she whispers She only wishes she could believe these words

With a oes back over to her pallet Beneath the pink dress lies her other treasure: a tattered piece of paper with the irls, on the back of which was part of a calendar for November 1649