1 The wounds on the throat had absolutely disappeared.
2 It has the same tiny wound in the throat as has been noticed in other cases.
3 By-and-by he bound up my wound, and sent me downstairs to get a glass of wine for myself.
4 There are more yarns to be told, and other wounds to be healed, and another health to be drunk.
5 I looked at her throat just now as she lay asleep, and the tiny wounds seem not to have healed.
6 I showed not my feeling to others when it would wound, but only to you, my old friend, whom I can trust.
7 It did not convey much to me, until I reached a passage where it described small punctured wounds on their throats.
8 As we wound on our endless way, and the sun sank lower and lower behind us, the shadows of the evening began to creep round us.
9 I did not like to wound him by pretending not to see his idea; but, as I did not yet understand the cause of his laughter, I asked him.
10 When she raised it, his white night-robe was stained with blood where her lips had touched, and where the thin open wound in her neck had sent forth drops.
11 His waxen hue became greenish-yellow by the contrast of his burning eyes, and the red scar on the forehead showed on the pallid skin like a palpitating wound.
12 It is, I suppose, the reaction from the haunting fear which I have had: that this terrible affair and the reopening of his old wound might act detrimentally on Jonathan.
13 It at once occurred to me that this wound, or whatever it was, might be the means of that manifest loss of blood; but I abandoned the idea as soon as formed, for such a thing could not be.
14 As for myself, I was settling down to my work with the enthusiasm which I used to have for it, so that I might fairly have said that the wound which poor Lucy left on me was becoming cicatrised.
15 The wounds seem such as might be made by a rat or a small dog, and although of not much importance individually, would tend to show that whatever animal inflicts them has a system or method of its own.
16 From the height where we were it was possible to see a great distance; and far off, beyond the white waste of snow, I could see the river lying like a black ribbon in kinks and curls as it wound its way.
17 Tell your friend that when that time you suck from my wound so swiftly the poison of the gangrene from that knife that our other friend, too nervous, let slip, you did more for him when he wants my aids and you call for them than all his great fortune could do.
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