Smack... smash... boom, "wrestling down upon the cold moist grass!"
What are you doing here, of all places, you shouldn't even be here, as the blood ran down, out of Francis's mouth. Quick, get up, I don't want anyone to see you, as they both rushed back up to the cottage, and headed for the kitchen.
Washing off down the drain, the blood went.
What are you doing here, god forbid if someone comes to Claire's cottage, like Mrs. Wallington, she's been coming over everyday, "Francis mentioned!"