Winters, I trust, will yet be able to comprehend my feelings.
He continued to beat me with all his great force, until absolutely weary, exhausted and panting for breath.

I still adhered to my purpose of non-aggressive defence, and made no other use of my arms than to defend my head and face from further disfigurement.

The mere pain arising from the blows he inflicted upon my person was of course transient, and my clothing to some extent deadened its severity, as it now hides all remaining traces.
When I supposed he was through, taking the butt end of his weapon and shaking it in my face, he warned me, if I correctly understood him, of more yet to come, and furthermore said, if ever I again dared introduce his name to print, in either my own or any other public journal, he would cut off my left ear (and I do not think he was jesting) and send me home to my family a visibly mutilated man, to be a standing warning to all low-lived puppies who seek to blackmail gentlemen and to injure their good names.

And when he did so operate, he informed me that his implement would not be a whip but a knife.
When he had said this, unaccompanied by Mr.Lynch, as I remember it, he left the room, for I sat down by Mr.Lynch, exclaiming: "The man is mad -- he is utterly mad--this step is his ruin--it is a mistake--it would be ungenerous in me, despite of all the ill usage I have here received, to expose him, at least until he has had an opportunity to reflect upon the matter.

I shall be in no haste." "Winters is very mad just now," replied Mr.Lynch, "but when he is himself he is one of the finest men I ever met.