It was Providence sent you to save a life." "Providence may have wished to save your life, and was not particular as to the means.

Let us look to this fellow.

I hope my shot has not killed him outright." They both stooped over the fallen giant.

Dick Darkly lay on his face, groaning dismally, the blood pumping from his chest with every breath.
"It's an ugly-looking hole," said Sir Everard.

"Two inches lower, and it would have gone straight through his heart.