"There! There! He is lying there like a crouching dog, with a hole in his head. He is looking at me, with the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth."
Her eyes, wide open, rolled up, showing the whites. Her body stretched backward like a bow, and, when it had recovered its suppleness, she fell as if dead.
He bathed her temples with cold water, and brought her back to consciousness. In a childlike voice she whimpered that every joint in her body was broken. Feeling a burning sensation in the hollow of her hand, she looked, and saw that the palm was cut and bleeding.
She said:
"It's my nails, they've gone into my hand. See, my nails are full of blood!"
She thanked him tenderly for his ministrations, and apologized sweetly for causing him so much trouble.
"It was not for that you came, was it?"
She tried to smile, and looked around her.
"It's nice, here."