Or, if you must take off my clothes, don't dash cold water on my head.

It throbs cruelly." "Horror!" cried Jack.
"Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell.

"The lash cuts to the bone.

I can't bear it.

Spare me, and I'll be quiet--quiet--quiet!" "Mother!" said Jack, advancing towards her.
"Off!" she cried with a prolonged and piercing shriek.