She had shot a man.

He was there in front of her, about to die.
"Are you hurt ?" she demanded, staring, the revolver in both her hands.
"Keep away.

I'll kill you!" "You---- Don't shoot again," he cried, as she moved.

She could not tell what he meant, what really had happened, except that he was helpless.

She rose and fled, groping, stumbling, falling.