"One of you, make up a better fire and set on a fresh kettle.

.

." She gave her orders in a low firm voice, and continued to direct everyone thus, while she sponged the wound and drew off the stocking.
Neither towards them nor towards Raoul did she lift her eyes.

The bare foot of her beloved rested in her lap.

She heard him groan twice, but with no pain inflicted by her fingers; if their slightest pressure had hurt him she would have known.