No one but a damned scoundrel would take advantage of a girl as you did, and then leave her to bear her shame alone." "Do you mean Carlia--" "Don't utter her name from your foul lips." "For if you do, I might say, what have I got to do with that?
You were her lover, were you not?
you were out with her in the fields many times until midnight, you--" The accusing mouth closed there, closed by the mighty impact of Dorian's fist.

The blood spurted from a gashed lip, and Mr.Lamont tried to defend himself.

Again Dorian's stinging blow fell upon the other's face.
Lamont was lighter than Dorian, but he had some skill as a boxer which he tried to bring into service; but Dorian, mad in his desire to punish, with unskilled strength fought off all attacks.

They grappled, struggled, and fell, to arise again and give blow for blow.

It was all done so suddenly, and the fighting was so fierce, that Dorian's fellow travelers did not get to the scene before Jack Lamont lay prone on the ground from Dorian's finishing knockout blow.
"Damn him!" said Dorian, as he shook himself back into a somewhat normal condition and spat red on the ground.