34/41 I lit my fire and boiled the instruments--he thought I was making magic. By the time that everything was ready the sun was up. Indeed, as I found afterwards on dissection, and can show you, for I have the thing in spirits, there was, for the blackness of which he spoke, a kind of mortification, I presume, had crept almost to the joint, though the flesh beyond was healthy enough. He sat like a rock and never even winced. Indeed, when he saw that the flesh was sound he uttered a great sigh of relief. |