flesh-pain

Updated: July 20, 2025

When the convict had finished his dull walk, he sat down on the wooden staircase that led to his brother's rooms for half an hour, slowly rubbing his legs, conscious of nothing but some flesh-pain, apparently, and when he did enter the chamber, bowed as indifferently to Soulé and his wife as though they had parted carelessly yesterday.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 75, January, 1864