The next instant she felt, herself
falling.
[Illustration: She grasped wildly at the screen of ivy.]
She dropped out and down, struck heavily, and had but consciousness
enough left to half-rise. Before her eyes shone scores of little
pointed lights. Then her senses passed away, and all went sweetly,
smoothly and soothingly black about her....After ages, there came
faint sounds of running feet. There was a sort of struggle of some
sort, it seemed, in her first returning consciousness. Her first
distinct feeling was one of wonder that Dunwody himself should be
the first to bend over her, and that on his face there should seem
surprise, regret, grief. How could he feign such things? She
pushed at his face, panting, silent.
Jeanne now was there--Jeanne, tearful, excited, wringing her hands,
offering aid; but in spite of Jeanne, Dunwody raised Josephine in
his arms. As he did so he felt her wince. Her arm dropped
loosely. "Good God! It is broken!" he cried. "Oh, why did you do
this? Why did you? You poor girl, you poor girl! And it was all
my fault--my fault!" Then suddenly, "Sally!--Eleazar!" he cried.
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