"Let me see?" Obediently I stretched out my hand to her.
"Is it broken?"
"Dislocated, I think."
"It is greatly swollen!"
"Yes," said I, and taking firm hold of it with my left hand, I gave it a sudden pull which started the sweat upon my temples, but sent it back into joint.
"Poor—"
"Well?" said I, as she hesitated.
"—man!" said she, and touched the swollen hand very tenderly with her fingers.
"You do not fear me any longer?"
"No."