"Do it as quickly as possible," she urged.
She set her lips, while he cut into the soft white flesh.
However much he hurt her, she resolved not to utter a sound. For all her fortitude, the trifling operation pained her much.
"Brave little Mavis!" he said, as he freed her flesh from the hook, to ask, as she did not speak, "Didn't it hurt?"
"Of course it did. See how it's bleeding!"
"All the better. It will clear the poison out."
Mavis was hurt at the indifference he exhibited to her pain.
"Would you please tie my handkerchief round it?" she asked.
"Let it bleed. What are you thinking of?"
"I want to get back."