She swayed for a moment, and fell over on her side.
“It is horrible!” she shrieked. “It was you who fired the gun!—You!”
She swayed for a moment, and fell over on her side like a dead woman—her arms thrown out, her limbs inert, as though indeed it were death which had stricken her.
Rochester, with a shout of anger, sprang towards her, sending Saton reeling against the table. He fell on his knees by her side.
“Bring water, some of you idiots!” he cried out. “Ring the bell! And don’t let that cursed charlatan escape!”