“One nyoung ooman dat ain neba know no man, e gwine be wid chile. E gwine hab son, an dey gwine call de chile Emmanuel.” (Dat mean fa say, God right yah wid we.)
All ob a sudden, de Lawd angel beena stan dey eenside de jailhouse, an a bright light beena shine dey. De angel tetch Peter shoulda an wake um op. E tell um say, “Quick, git op!” Same time, dem chain pon Peter han fall off.