But there were the same surroundings, the same attendant red dust and pungent presence of bitumen; there was the same sound of rending which marked the tearing away of the bandages.

There were an enormous number of these, and their bulk when opened was great.

As the men unrolled them, I grew more and more excited.

I did not take a part in it myself; Margaret had looked at me gratefully as I drew back.

We clasped hands, and held each other hard.
As the unrolling went on, the wrappings became finer, and the smell less laden with bitumen, but more pungent.