You are cushioned by the handkerchief from the impact of the fall, but it is your misfortune that some gentleman decides to pick it up from the floor and hand it back to the lady. Not knowing of your existance, he grabs the hanky roughly, crushing you between finger and thumb through the sheets.
When Jane next opens her hanky, she might wonder what the tiny splodge of blood and flesh in it was.
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