Sentence The Fivehundredandeightynineth

 

All over in an instant – a crowd, a squeeze, elbows bumped, a push, here, a shove there, the crook of an umbrella catches an ankle, a trip, a stumble, a fall, a crack of a head on the corner of a table, a cry, blood, a squeal, the thump of a body hitting the floor, vehement cursing, a man dazed, befuddled, bamboozled, was it somehow an asomatous event, with no intentional human intervention or the inspired afflatus of an earthly agent? aha! none will ever know, so quickly did it happen, but as 

Palestrina and Gertie, at whose feet the poor man lay, probably concussed, helped him onto a chair, he seemed to panic, searching his pockets, patting his jacket and trousers, and it was Gertie who spotted a bill-fold under his feet, picked it up, handed it to him, and he, scarcely glancing to check it
was in order, stuffed into an inside pocket of the jacket which, like his shirt, was wet with blood; from outside, the klaxon of an ambulance, he starts, fearful perhaps, begs not to be taken alone, so Gertie and Palestrina accompany him to the street, board the ambulance with him, are driven into the Berlin night!