But that scene returned to her long afterward and her own prophetic words also . Number three was a tragical tableau at first sight ; and Mr Laurie stifled a laugh as he whispered ` The Wounded Knight ' , pointing to Tom with his head enveloped in a large handkerchief , as he knelt before Nan , who was extracting a thorn or splinter from the palm of his hand with great skill , to judge from the patient 's blissful expression of countenance . ` Do I hurt you ? ' she asked , turning the hand to the moonlight for a better view . ` Not a bit ; dig away ; I like it , ' answered Tom , regardless of his aching knees and the damage done to his best trousers . ' I wo n't keep you long . ' ` Hours , if you please . Never so happy as here . ' Quite unmoved by this tender remark , Nan put on a pair of large , round-eyed glasses , saying in a matter-of-fact tone : ` Now I see it . Only a splinter , and there it is . ` My hand is bleeding ; wo n't you bind it up ? ' asked Tom , wishing to prolong the situation . ` Nonsense ; suck it . Only take care of it tomorrow if you dissect . Do n't want any more blood-poisoning . ' ` That was the only time you were kind to me . Wish I 'd lost my arm . ' ' I wish you 'd lost your head ; it smells more like turpentine and kerosene than ever . Do take a run in the garden and air it . ' Fearing to betray themselves by laughter , the watchers went on , leaving the Knight to rush away in despair , and the Lady to bury her nose in the cup of a tall lily for refreshment .
` Poor XXXXX , his fate is a hard one , and he 's wasting his time !
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