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Over this three or four thicknesses of sterilised gauze, wrung out of eusol, creolin, or sterilised water, are applied, and covered by a pad of absorbent wool. As far as possible the part should be kept at rest, and the position should be adjusted so as to favour the circulation in the affected area.
The saying was wrung from Godolphin and was not said unkindly, though it seemed so for he too had tears in his eyes. "Ah," said she, "the play-house has indeed taught us, in our youth, many things which the real world could not teach us better."
The exhibition of human passions which the sight of it drew from an undemonstrative race: the shouting, the comments wrung from hardy spirits off their guard, the joy and the sorrow, such things interested him more. High above the turmoil Coniston, as through the ages, looked down upon the scene impassive. He was aroused from these reflections by an incident.
The most frightful tortures would not have wrung this confession from me; but you, the son of a king, deigned to call the poor slave your friend!" "And your friend thanks you for the confidence," answered Djalma. "Far from mocking, he will console you. Mock you! do you think it possible?" "Betrayed love merits contempt and insult," said Faringhea, bitterly.
"I will go for the doctor, mother, if you are not afraid to stay alone with Peggy," cried I, in hurried accents, wrapping a shawl round me as I spoke. My mother wrung her hands. "Oh! this is terrible," she exclaimed. "How dim and dark it looks abroad. I cannot let you go alone, at midnight. It cannot be less than a mile to Dr. Harlowe's. No, no; I cannot let you go." "And Peggy must die, then.
"How can you expect me to be your wife after all that you have made me suffer? Do you think I could ever love you as a wife should do? You would be miserable; and I I should break my heart." She burst into tears as she concluded, and wrung her hands together. "Why did you make me suffer if you want me to pity you now?" said Hugo, in a low, merciless tone. "You used me shamefully: you know you did.
My father got up from the corner where he sat, and stood beside the man. "I ken Alec Cameron," said he. The man looked at him with amazement. "Ay?" said he, "I shouldn't think you'd own it. Damn him," he cried, "if we catch him we'll skin him alive." "I ken Cameron," my father repeated, "and I'll gang with you to skin him alive." The man seized his hand and wrung it.
The further memory recedes from the shock he has sustained, the better the chance that his mind will regain its tone." De Montaigne wrung his friend's hand. "It is strange that from you should come sympathy and comfort! you whom he so injured; you whom his folly or his crime drove from your proud career, and your native soil!
He took both her hands in his, his action one of deprecating entreaty, his words falling in the tenderest accents from between his bloodless lips. "Will you bear for my sake, Lucy? She is my wife. Heaven knows, upon any other I would retort the insult." How Lucy's heart was wrung! wrung for him.
As soon as he was sufficiently strong, he would begin gathering the evidences for his alibi, and he was confident of proving himself innocent of John Barkley's murder. He anticipated ten years in the Edmonton penitentiary. But what were ten years there as compared with forty or fifty under the sod? He wrung Cardigan's hand. He thanked him for the splendid care he had given him.
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