He saw it strike Shea fair on the forehead.

In spite of the tumult around him, he fancied he heard the dull thud of its impact.
He saw Shea fling up his hands and pitch forward.

He saw Augusta Goold gather her skirts in her hand, and sweep them swiftly aside lest the man should fall on them.

Then the crowd pressing towards the platform swept him off his feet, and he was tossed helplessly forward.

A giddy sickness seized him.