Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 173: what you’re looking at

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“She is bleeding; her sleeve is saturated with blood,” she cried, and, trne enough, a crimson streain was trickling down her hand, while her sleeve was literally dripping with blood. She had broken her whip in her fall, and one of the sharp points had evidently inflicted a serious wound in her arm. “Give me a knife, somnebody,”’ Hazel commanded, in quick, authoritative tones. Two or three were at her disposal in less time than it takes to tell it, amd, seizing one, with great pres- ence of mind and.a steady hand, she apes Helena’s sleeve from top to botton, disclosing her beautiful arm and a ragged puncture, just over an artery, from which the blood was pouring profusely. Hazel had around her waist a blue belt with long ends, and this she wreneched off with one motion of her hand, She had once heard Percy say that a ligature would stop profuse bleeding, and she had made him tell her just how it should be applied. “Help me, Lord Hartwell,” she said. ‘Hold this end just here while I bandage her arm.” He ip ois supporting Helena with one arm, while he held the ribbon with his other hand. With swift and.steady fingers Hazel did her work, binding her sash above the wound and knotting it firmly over the artery. ; “You hurt me, Miss Gay,” Helena said, weakly, but with a note of impatience in her voice. “It will have to hurt you, Miss Stewart,’ Hazel re- plied, ‘but you must try to bearit until you can have surgical aid. This ligature will be very uncomfort- ‘able, even painful, but it will probably prevent your bleeding to death. There, now I will bind. my hand- kerchiet ever the wound, and, Lord peemiebeshzorn