So I got on the chair and worked them along her arms and over her clenched hands on to the ropes; then gripping her wrists in turn one at a time. This was what I wanted to effect. Deepak … No! Deepak! ‘That is to be the next item in the programme, my dear!’ I said, enjoying her distress. I deemed it as well to tell her, and to afford her an opportunity of yielding herself to me, if she should be willing to do so. … She was endeavouring to form some decision evidently, but unable to do so. I did not propose to let her off any single one of the indignities I had in store for her, but I wanted to make her suffering the more keen through the feeling that she was, to some extent, a consenting party to actions that inexpressibly shocked and revolted her.
