the girl was one of those sweet , nice girls , the kind to whom nothing ever happens , the kind who imagine an unkind criticism is the greatest tragedy that could ever befall them , the kind with no salt in them , no spice , like the food you give invalids that is n't meant to taste of anything , and shock had shaken her wits loose ; she burst out `` he , he , he ... '' and could n't get as far as a verb , and scrabbled at tanaquil 's hand till tanaquil , impatient , pushed past her and into the bedchamber , and found the body sprawled , ungainly .