A female spirit was being wrapped in a woolen veil, this time a thinner and whiter one [than the veil spoken of earlier]. She began in the same way, near my head, proceeding to the left toward the earth of those below, almost above the roof of the woodcutters, but not so deep down. It had not wound up very far, but when she rolled back, she could never come to the end. For because she was wrapped up very little, she kept hoping that she would finally roll free, but she hoped in vain. In fact, she even unrolled to the point where hardly any of the bodily axis was left [wrapped], and yet it was still as if she were in the veil, and in this condition she was taken out.