His long black robe, tall dark cap, and gold headed cane bore witness to it.

Bending forward, with eyeglasses on his prominent nose, he gazed intently into her face.
Her return to consciousness seemed to please him, and he showed himself to be a kind, experienced leech.

With tireless solicitude he strove to cure the numerous injuries which she had received, and she soon learned through him and the nun, that she had fallen from the rope and escaped death as if by a miracle.

The triumphal arch under her, and the garlands which decorated the wooden structure, had caught her before she touched the pavement.

True, her right leg was broken, and it had been necessary to amputate her left foot in order to save her life.