It was an honourable mark, wasn't it?
Nothing to make the fuss about that Winona had made.

Of course you had to go to Pegleg McCarron's to do the boxing, but Spike had warned him never to drink if he expected to get anywhere in this particular trade; not even to smoke.

That he had entirely abandoned the use of tobacco at Spike's command should--he considered--have commended his hero to Winona's favourable notice.

He wore the eye proudly in the public gaze; regretted its passing as it began to pale into merely rainbow tints.
But Winona took steps.

She was not going to see him die, perish morally, without an effort to save him.