midday
One huge arm gripped the little body to her broad , panting bosom . She had called him , and he had not answered ; she had sought and found him , just as he had slidden off the box-seat , where he had been playing driver of the ox-span , lying curled up against the dashboard , the little whip of stick and string he had been at pains to make only yesterday fallen from the lax , childish hand . The fair hair on the left temple was dabbled in blood , that trickled from the tiny three-cornered bluish hole . His eyes were open , as if in wonder at the sudden darkness that had fallen at bright midday ; the smile had frozen on the parted , innocent lips ... . Oh , look at this , Premier and President ! Look at this , my Lords and Commons and militant Burghers of Republican States ! Grave Ministers who decide in Cabinet Councils that the prestige of the Government you represent is at stake , and that the bedraggled honour of the Country can only be washed clean in one red river , flowing from the veins of Humanity , look , look here !