I feel ashamed when I think of the fears that I have passed through, of the tears that I have shed....

It turns out to be much more simple than I had believed....

We all have to die!" They read to her the sentence refusing the appeal for pardon.

Then they offered her a pen that she might sign it.
A colonel told her that there were still a few moments at her disposition in which to write to her family, her friends, or to make her last will....
"To whom shall I write ?" said Freya.

"I haven't a single friend in the world...." "Then it was," continued the lawyer, "that she took the pen as if a recollection had occurred to her, and traced some few lines....