"You don't say so," says I, feeling my eyes open wide.
"They love the peril, for that increases the excitement."
"What if some of them were to be flung head over heels?"
"Oh, that has happened."
"Not to-day?"
"Yes, but fortunately the man was not killed."
I felt myself a-growing pale.
"But they don't know of it. Everybody is laughing," says I.
"Yes, it is generally known, but that is a part of the excitement. In a crowd like this, it is difficult to realize trouble or death."
"How strange!" says I, putting the handkerchief that I had torn with hard shaking into my pocket, with a deeply penitent feeling.