She wanted to fall half-way between the wheels of the front truck, which was drawing level with her, but the little red handbag which she began to take off her arm delayed her, and then it was too late.
Quiso tirarse bajo el vagón, pero le fue difícil desprenderse del saquito, cuyas asas se le enredaron en la mano, impidiéndole ejecutar su idea con aquel vagón.