One thing is certain, that the former was suddenly seen to sink to the earth before a blow of by no means extraordinary power.

Time, time! was called; but there he lay upon the ground apparently senseless, and from thence he did not lift his head till several seconds after the umpires had declared his adversary victor.
There were shouts; indeed there's never a lack of shouts to celebrate a victory, however acquired; but there was also much grinding of teeth, especially amongst the fighting men from town.

'Tom has sold us,' said they, 'sold us to the yokels; who would have thought it ?' Then there was fresh grinding of teeth, and scowling brows were turned to the heaven; but what is this?
is it possible, does the heaven scowl too?
why, only a quarter of an hour ago.

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