"I was knocked down," was the blunt explanation, jerked out of me by another pang of mortified pride; "but that did not make me ill," I added; while Mr. Lloyd helped himself to a pinch of snuff.
-Es que me pegaron -dije, dispuesta a dar una explicación del suceso que no ofendiera mi orgullo de niña mayor-. Pero no me puse mala por eso -añadí.