Mr.Fentolin was thrown over!" "By whom ?" he asked.
She clung to his arm for a moment.
"Ah, don't ask me!" she begged.

"No one knows.

My uncle gave out, as soon as he was conscious, that it was an accident." "That, at any rate, was fine of him," Hamel declared.
She shivered.
"He was proud, at least, of our family name.

Whatever credit he deserves for it, he must have.

It was owing to that accident that we became his slaves: nothing but that--his absolute slaves, to wait upon him, if he would, hand and foot.