“A COMPANY OF TURCOS CAME UP”
“Where is the safest place for us to stay?” she asked. Her voice was perfectly steady.
“In the cellar. I beg you to go at once.”
Bang! a shell blew up in a shower of slates and knocked a chimney into a heap of bricks.
“Do you insist on staying by that loop-hole?” she asked, without a quiver in her voice.
“Yes, I do,” said I. “Will you go to the cellar?”
“No,” she said, shortly.
I saw her walk toward the rear of the room, hesitate, sink down by the edge of the bed and lay her face in the pillow.