Oh, my dear, my Toby, you have had too much to bear and it has killed you!" She was kneeling by my grandfather and had taken his head into her lap.
He had struck the fender as he fell, and the blood was flowing from a wound on his head, staining his silver hair.
Neil Doherty came rushing in.

He must have been at the door to have heard the fall.

He took my grandfather in his arms like a baby--it struck me sharply that he must have grown thin and light for Neil to lift him so easily--and put him on the couch.
"Whisht, your Ladyship, whisht!" he said to my grandmother.

"Fetch me a drop o' water and a sponge, Miss Bawn.

The cut's not a deep one.