She would use both now in defence of the wounded man.

She would tend him and care for him, and see that no harm came to him.
She was roused from her self-searching thoughts by the doctor's voice and the touch of his hand.
"Good-bye for the present, Miss Kingsnorth.

Sure it's in good hands I'm lavin' him.

But for you he'd be lyin' in the black jail with old Doctor Costello glarin' down at him with his gimlet eyes, I wouldn't wish a dog that.

Faith, I've known Costello to open a wound 'just to see if it was healthy,' sez he, an' the patient screamin' 'Holy murther!' all the while, and old 'Cos' leerin' down at him and sayin': 'Does it hurt?
Go on now, does it?
Well, we'll thry this one and see if that does, too,' and in 'ud go the lance again.