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"A boat, a boat!" was shouted in the crowd. But there was no need

of a boat; a policeman ran down the steps to the canal, threw off

his great coat and his boots and rushed into the water. It was

easy to reach her: she floated within a couple of yards from the

steps, he caught hold of her clothes with his right hand and with

his left seized a pole which a comrade held out to him; the

drowning woman was pulled out at once. They laid her on the

granite pavement of the embankment. She soon recovered

consciousness, raised her head, sat up and began sneezing and

coughing, stupidly wiping her wet dress with her hands. She said

nothing.