He takes out a tool or two, and before I knew where I was he'd made a clean cut or two and taken off some more of my finger, right down to the middle joint.
`There,' he says, as soon as he'd put some cotton-wool soaked with nasty stuff on the place, after sewing and plastering it up--`there, that'll heal up quickly and well now!'" "Of course," said Denham.

"Made a clean job of it." "Clean job, sir ?" said the Sergeant.

"Well, yes, he did it clean enough, and so was the lint and stuff; but it's made my finger so ugly.
It looks horrid.

I say, sir, do you think the finger'll grow again ?" "No, Briggs, I don't; so you must make the best of it." "But crabs' and lobsters' claws grow again, sir; for I've seen 'em do it at home, down in Cornwall." "Yes; but we're not crabs and lobsters, Sergeant.

There, never mind about such a bit of a wound as that." "I don't, sir--not me; but it do look ugly, and feels as awkward as if I'd lost an arm.