"No fear of that—he rises, on his hind legs, and glares."
"Is it a hyena or a bear?"
"Oh, whichever you like—he opens his jaws, and growls."
"Like the wolf at Little Red Riding Hood."
"I plunge my arm down his throat and choke him."
"Clever, very; but are you not wounded?"
"I beg your pardon, however; all my thoughts are centred in you—I think of nothing else."
"I am insensible, am I not?"
"Yes, more than ever—we all run towards you, and exert ourselves to bring you back to your senses."
"Then I come to life again."