Her hands were to her face, and I took them away, holding them tightly.
"Go on, Billie," I urged gently.

"It was a man then, after all." "Yes, it was certainly a man, yet I did not really know it until he had carried me, unconscious, down the back stairs into the kitchen.

I came to myself then, but remained dazed, and only partially comprehended what occurred.

I could see nothing, as he had knotted the cloth about my head so tightly I could hardly breathe.

But I could judge something from sounds, and I knew he was a man, because he swore once.