She wanted to run--to get away from that inky blotch in the green water.
"You are sure it is a trifle ?" "Quite sure.

My stocking chafes a little; that is all.

See, I will show you." She stooped, and with the quick skill of woman, rolled down the stocking on her right leg.

Modestly daring, she stretched out her foot and slightly lifted her dress.

On the outer side of the tapering limb was an ugly bruise, scratched deeply by the coral.
He exhibited due surgical interest.