I promiſe you I’ll forgive you; ‘Will you,’ cries Weſtern, ‘D—n me, if I will; if he does thee the leaſt Miſchief, d—n me, if I don’t ha’ the Heart’s Blood o’un out.’ The Surgeon aſſented to bleed her upon theſe Conditions, and then proceeded to his Operation, which he performed with as much Dexterity as he had promiſed; and with as much Quickneſs: For he took but little Blood from her, ſaying, it was much ſafer to bleed again and again, than to take away too much at once.
Sophia, when her Arm was bound up, retired: For ſhe was not willing (nor was it, perhaps, ſtrictly decent) to be preſent at the Operation on Jones. Indeed one Objection which ſhe had to Bleeding, (tho’ ſhe did not make it) was the Delay which it would occaſion to dreſſing the broken Bone. For Weſtern, when Sophia was concerned, had no Conſideration, but for her; and as for Jones himſelf, he ‘ſat like Patience on a Monument ſmiling at Grief.’ To ſay the Truth, when he ſaw the Blood ſpringing from the lovely Arm of Sophia, he ſcarce thought of what had happened to himſelf.
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