"I've killed him," she said in a small, dry, flat voice.

She put out her hands gropingly and fell forward across Gil's inert body.

It was the first time in her life that Jean had ever fainted.
"Stop the camera!" Burns croaked tardily, and Pete stopped turning.
Pete had that little, twisted grin on his face, and he was perfectly calm and self-possessed.
"You sure got the punch that time, Burns," he remarked unfeelingly, while he held his palm over the lens and gave the crank another turn or two to divide that scene from the next.
"She's fainted! She's hit him!" cried Burns, and waddled over to where the two of them lay.

The two women drew farther away, clinging to each other with excited exclamations.
And then Gil Huntley lifted himself carefully so as not to push Jean upon the ground, and when he was sitting up, he took her in his arms with some remorse and a good deal of tenderness.
"How was that for a punch ?" he inquired of his director.

"I didn't tell her I was going to furnish the blood-sponge; I thought it might rattle her.