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"
I
swear
it
by
all
that
I
hold
sacred
.
"
"
The
disfigurement
will
be
frightful
.
"
"
I
can
understand
that
the
mouth
will
not
be
a
pretty
one
to
kiss
.
"
Douglas
Stone
turned
fiercely
upon
the
man
.
The
speech
was
a
brutal
one
.
But
the
Turk
has
his
own
fashion
of
talk
and
of
thought
,
and
there
was
no
time
for
wrangling
.
Douglas
Stone
drew
a
bistoury
from
his
case
,
opened
it
and
felt
the
keen
straight
edge
with
his
forefinger
.
Then
he
held
the
lamp
closer
to
the
bed
.
Two
dark
eyes
were
gazing
up
at
him
through
the
slit
in
the
yashmak
.
They
were
all
iris
,
and
the
pupil
was
hardly
to
be
seen
.
"
You
have
given
her
a
very
heavy
dose
of
opium
.
"
"
Yes
,
she
has
had
a
good
dose
.
"
He
glanced
again
at
the
dark
eyes
which
looked
straight
at
his
own
.
They
were
dull
and
lustreless
,
but
,
even
as
he
gazed
,
a
little
shifting
sparkle
came
into
them
,
and
the
lips
quivered
.
"
She
is
not
absolutely
unconscious
,
"
said
he
.
"
Would
it
not
be
well
to
use
the
knife
while
it
will
be
painless
?
"
The
same
thought
had
crossed
the
surgeon
’
s
mind
.
He
grasped
the
wounded
lip
with
his
forceps
,
and
with
two
swift
cuts
he
took
out
a
broad
V
-
shaped
piece
.
