Then he gave to Lina, and she drank plentifully.

Next he washed her wounds very carefully.

And as he did so, he noted how much the bareness of her neck added to the strange repulsiveness of her appearance.

Then he bethought him of the goatskin wallet his mother had given him, and taking it from his shoulders, tried whether it would do to make a collar of for the poor animal.

He found there was just enough, and the hair so similar in colour to Lina's, that no one could suspect it of having grown somewhere else.
He took his knife, ripped up the seams of the wallet, and began trying the skin to her neck.