CLOTILDE AS A SURGEON Was it worse to stay, or to fly?
The decision must be instantaneous.

But Raoul made it easy by crying in their common tongue, as he slammed a massive shutter and shot its bolt: "Go to him! he is down--I heard him fall.

Go to him!" At this rallying cry she seized her shield--that is to say, the little yellow attendant--and hurried into the room.

Joseph lay just beyond the middle of the apartment, face downward.

She found water and a basin, wet her own handkerchief, and dropped to her knees beside his head; but the moment he felt the small feminine hands he stood up.