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"Yes, it did. I fainted when it was done, and I think that I must have been senseless for a long time. When I came to I found that it was still bleeding, sol tied one end of my handkerchief very tightly round the wrist and braced it up with a twig."
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"Excellent! You should have been a surgeon."
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"It is a question of hydraulics, you see, and came within my own province."
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"This has been done," said I, examining the wound, "by a very heavy and sharp instrument."
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"A thing like a cleaver," said he.
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"An accident, I presume?"
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"By no means."
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"What! a murderous attack?''
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"Very murderous indeed."
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"You horrify me."
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I sponged the wound, cleaned it, dressed it, and finally covered it over with cotton wadding and carbolized bandages.
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