Yet none of these things made the anguish in his eyes as he looked at her.
"This is the man I love," said she in calm relentlessness.
And she put out her hand and took mine, and drew me to her, passing her arm through mine.

The Duke of Saint-Maclou looked up at us; then he dropped his head, heavily and with a thud on the sand, and so lay till we thought he was dead.
Yet it might be that his life could be saved, and I said to Marie: "Stay by him, while I run for help." "I will not stay by him," she said.
"Then do you go," said I."Stop the first people you meet; or, if you see none, go to the inn.

And bid them bring help to carry a wounded man and procure a doctor." She nodded her head, and, without a glance at him, started running along the sands toward the road.

And I, left alone with him, sat down and raised him, as well as I could, turning his face upward again and resting it on my thigh.

And I wiped his brow.