There's a kind of female--an' 'tis the commonest kind, too--can't hear of a man bein' hurt an' put to bed but she wants to see for herself.

'Tis like the game a female child plays with a dollies' house.

Here they've got a nice little orspital to amuse 'em, with nice clean blankets an' sheets, an' texteses 'pon the walls, an' a cupboard full o' real medicines an' splints, and along comes a real live patient to be put to bed, an' the thing's complete.
Hows'ever, they didn' get no fun out of 'ee to-day, for I told 'em you was sleepin' peaceful an' not to be disturbed." "Thank you." Under pretence of settling down more comfortably against the pillow, the Major turned his head aside.

"Then it seems you knew this--this--" "Hymen?
Knew him intimate." "What--what sort of man was he ?" Cai Tamblyn transferred the shreds of tobacco to a pouch made of pig's bladder, pocketed it, and rubbed his two palms together, chuckling softly.
"Look here, I'll show you the bust of 'en if you like; that is"-- he checked himself and added dubiously--"if you're sure it won't excite you." "Excite me ?" "Sure it won't give you a relapse or something o' the sort?
The woman Snell has stepped down to the Mayor's to wash up after the light refreshments, and I'm in charge.

Prettily she'll blow me up if she comes back an' finds I've been an' gone an' excited you." He cleared a space on the wash-stand.