I did not fire a shot, as Wilson may have told you.
I strove like a man in a nightmare to break the spell that seemed to render me powerless to move, but when, for a moment, the firing ceased, a weight seemed to fall off me, and I was seized with a sort of passion to kill.

I have no distinct remembrance of anything until it was all over.

It was still the nightmare, but one of a different kind, and I was no more myself then than I was when I was lying helpless on the sandbags.

Still, as you say, the picture was complete; at least, if Miss Hannay was standing up here." "Yes, she rose to her feet in the excitement of the fight.

I believe we all did so.