In few cases was she allowed so broad a latitude of action, and she proceeded to Helen's torture with the same zest that a gourmand exhibits when he sits down before a table that groans beneath the weight of some particular thing which he loves to exercise his teeth upon.
Helen was fastened to the bed securely, and, as we have said, was gagged.
And then, as stated in a previous chapter, Tige amused herself by taking a pincers and dragging out the nails of Helen's toes.
Kind Heaven, what agony that is!
It is terrible!
Terrible! Yes, and awful and horrible as well!
How Helen suffered!
How she strained—but in vain—to burst the bonds which held her!
How Tige chuckled!
How she gloated!