Red and angry lines showed where the cord had cut deeply into her flesh.
"Then they flung me down again upon my back, and the next thing I remember is the doctor standing over me and this kind nurse supporting me." She sank back exhausted in her chair and wiped her forehead with her handkerchief.

The sweat stood upon it in beads.
"Thank you, mademoiselle," said Hanaud gravely.

"This has been a trying ordeal for you.

I understand that.

But we are coming to the end.