"On this arm, I have neither hand nor nails," he said, drawing the mutilated limb from his breast, and showing it to me. "It is a mere stump--a ghastly sight! Don't you think so, Jane?"
-- Au bout de ce bras, il n'y a ni main ni ongles, dit-il en tirant de sa poitrine ce membre mutilé et en me le montrant; spectacle horrible! n'est-ce pas, Jane?