Moans and shrieks, grindings and
roarings, howlings and babbling cries that were human yet were
piercingly inarticulate filled the air with an inhuman din which drove
him to a frenzy. It seemed as if the world had been torn into
fragments.
Yet all this was within the space of a second. Indeed, although all
these things happened and he saw and heard them clearly, there was no
pause between the first alarming whistle and the overturning of the
car which now came. He was lifted up; he saw the whole car sway with a
dizzying, sickening motion, and then plunge violently over. Fortunately
it so turned that he and Miss Morison were on the upper side. He fell
across the aisle, striking the chair opposite, but somehow
instinctively managing to protect Berenice from the force of the
concussion. She no longer cried out, but she clung convulsively about
his neck, and as they swayed for the fall he saw in her eyes a look of
wild and desperate appeal. He forgot then everything but her. The
desire to protect and save her, the feeling that he belonged absolutely
to her and that even to the death he would serve her, swallowed up
every other feeling.
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