The enemy collapsed at his feet and writhed helplessly on the floor.
"I cannot, I cannot," Fauchery kept repeating as he writhed to get free.
Gore could not see, but as he writhed he knew he was in the grip of the pirate captain.
His face was aflame with joy, and he writhed and shook like one who hath a devil.
Poor Jed, miserable and most unreasonably conscience-stricken, ...