Then he pulled away her hands.
"It's there, isn't it?
it's there." And he tore open her bodice, and laid her bosom bare.

He searched, but saw nothing.

His eyes were brimming with tears.

At last under the left breast he perceived a small pink hole; a single drop of blood stained the wound.
"It's nothing," he whispered; "I'll go and find Pascal, he'll put you all right again.

If you could only get up.