Suddenly a female figure started out of the solid masonry, and came flying at her with more than mortal velocity.
Kate uttered a feeble cry.

It was all she could, for her tongue clove to her palate with terror.

Then she dropped her crutches, and sank upon her knees, hiding her face and moaning: "Take my body, but spare my soul!" Margaret (panting).

"Why, it is a woman!" Kate (quivering).

"Why, it is a woman!" Margaret.