In short, I still continued to breathe; the crucial incision made me scream to such a degree, that my surgeon fell flat upon his back; and imagining it was the Devil he was dissecting, ran away, and in his fright tumbled down stairs.
La incision crucial me hizo dar un grito tan desaforado, que atemorizado el cirujano se cayó de espaldas; y creyendo que estaba disecando á Lucifer se escapó muerto de miedo, y se volvió á caer de la escalera abaxo.