“I will administer The Medicine.” He took a flask from his pocket, put a drop of the contents on the lips of the girl, and one in each nostril. He then sprinkled a little upon a handkerchief, and put it to the wound on her head.
Suddenly the sculptor rose to his feet with a great cry. His hands were covered in blood, which streamed from his own scalp.
“Quick! back to the studio!” said Simon. “We don’t want to make explanations. They’ll both be all right in five minutes, and they’ll think it all a dream. As, indeed, like the rest of things, it is!”
But Cyril had to carry la Giuffria. The rapid successions of these mysterious events had ended by throwing her consciousness completely out of gear. She lay in a deep trance.
“A very fortunate circumstance!” remarked Simon, when he observed i
