I was letting you go then to be shot at-to suffer fatigue, and cold, and imprisonment, who could know, perhaps to be cruelly killed-and I did not believe in war.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
You saw how cruelly before that time he treated Kali.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
She had trusted him most of all the world, and he had turned upon her and hurt her more cruelly than anyone else had ever done.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee