She did not attempt to escape. Stopping in the centre of the rocking mass, she looked down as only a mother in her last agony can do, on the child she held folded in her arms; then as the flames caught at her floating garments, stooped her head and printed one wild and passionate kiss upon his brow.
Otro instante y vieron su cabeza alzarse hacia los cielos acusadores, luego todo fue prisa y horror, y la estructura oscilante cayó ante sus ojos, arrastrando su carga viva hacia el patio bajo sus pies.