A slight convulsive movement passed across Aggie's face, leaving behind it a shadow of Hurtless resentment, yielding presently to a curious smile.
"Warlock o' Glenwarlock"
George MacDonald
When one is dead, stones strike the soft of one's throat and fall soft away, one is Hurtless.
"The Best Short Stories of 1921 and the Yearbook of the American Short Story"
Various
If we could once leave it to each other to give what honour is due; knowing that honour demanded is as worthless as insult undeserved is Hurtless!
"Annals of a Quiet Neighbourhood"
George MacDonald