Rousing her maid, she ordered her to apply to the ship's surgeon for bandages and to fetch them to her at once.
"I know,--yes, I know.

You are dying, but do as I tell you.

This instant! Why should you, a great hulking beast of a woman, be dying every minute of the day while I, not half your size, am tingling all over with life?
Go!" "But, Madame," groaned the wretched woman, rolling her eyes, "I shall be dashed to pieces against the walls.

I cannot stand.

My legs will not hold me up.