midnight englannista suomeksi
- "She twisted her hands behind her;
- but all the knots held good!
- She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
- They stretched and strained in the darkness,
- and the hours crawled by like years,
- Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
- Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
- The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!