Panting, grunting, hoarse from returning insults, fighting on and on, an indistinguishable figure in the gloom, he held the back alley against all comers.
For such a combat darkness has one great advantage; but it has an equally important disadvantage--the combatant cannot see to aim; on the other hand, he cannot see to dodge.

And all the while Penrod was receiving two for one.

He became heavy with mud.

Plastered, impressionistic and sculpturesque, there was about him a quality of the tragic, of the magnificent.

He resembled a sombre masterpiece by Rodin.
No one could have been quite sure what he was meant for.
Dinner bells tinkled in houses.