Then her senses passed away, and all went sweetly, smoothly and soothingly black about her....After ages, there came faint sounds of running feet.

There was a sort of struggle of some sort, it seemed, in her first returning consciousness.

Her first distinct feeling was one of wonder that Dunwody himself should be the first to bend over her, and that on his face there should seem surprise, regret, grief.

How could he feign such things?
She pushed at his face, panting, silent.
Jeanne now was there--Jeanne, tearful, excited, wringing her hands, offering aid; but in spite of Jeanne, Dunwody raised Josephine in his arms.

As he did so he felt her wince.