I caught her and laid her on the grass.

Sally, murmuring and crying, worked over her.

I helped.

But Steele stood aloof, dark and silent, as if he hoped she would never return to consciousness.
When she did come to, and began to cry, to moan, to talk frantically, Steele staggered away, while Sally and I made futile efforts to calm her.

All we could do was to prevent her doing herself violence.
Presently, when her fury of emotion subsided, and she began to show a hopeless stricken shame, I left Sally with her and went off a little way myself.