She knew that there was no escape for her, knew, moreover, that she richly deserved her punishment; yet, as he held open the surgery-door for her, she made one more appeal.
"I'm sure I can't do it.

I shall do more harm than good, and hurt you horribly." "Oh, but you'll enjoy that," he said.
"Indeed, I shan't!" Olga was almost in tears by this time.

"Couldn't you do it yourself with--with a forceps ?" "Afraid not," said Max.
He went to a cupboard and took out a bottle containing something which he measured into a glass and filled up with water.
"Fortify yourself with this," he said, handing it to her, "while I select the instruments of torture." Olga shuddered visibly.

"I don't want it.

I only want to go." "Well, you can't go," he returned, "until you have extracted that bit of needle of yours.