Dwining viewed the naked stump with a species of professional satisfaction, enhanced, no doubt, by the malignant pleasure which his evil disposition took in the pain and distress of his fellow creatures.

The knight just turned his eye on the ghastly spectacle, and uttered, under the pressure of bodily pain or mental agony, a groan which he would fain have repressed.
"You groan, sir," said the leech, in his soft, insinuating tone of voice, but with a sneer of enjoyment, mixed with scorn, curling upon his lip, which his habitual dissimulation could not altogether disguise--"you groan; but be comforted.

This Henry Smith knows his business: his sword is as true to its aim as his hammer to the anvil.
Had a common swordsman struck this fatal blow, he had harmed the bone and damaged the muscles, so that even my art might not have been able to repair them.

But Henry Smith's cut is clean, and as sure as that with which my own scalpel could have made the amputation.

In a few days you will be able, with care and attention to the ordinances of medicine, to stir abroad." "But my hand--the loss of my hand--" "It may be kept secret for a time," said the mediciner.