"Why am I lying here, and what's the matter with me ?" "You've been hurt," she said, in a voice that was trembling as well as low.

"It was the lamp.

Don't you remember ?" Derrick knit his brows and tried to recall the past just before he became unconscious.
"The lamp--Jackman!" he said, with a frown that turned to a grin; for even at that moment he appreciated the neatness of Mr.Jackman's revenge.
"Don't think of it," Isabel said, her hand becoming caressing, as she passed it over his forehead.

"You needn't be afraid; the beast has disappeared.

Yes, he bolted, or it would have been the worse for him.
The men----" Her eyes flashed, her white, even teeth clenched together.
"It was a wonder you weren't killed; if you hadn't moved, just at the moment you did----" "Am I badly hurt ?" asked Derrick, anxiously.