He had had a blow of mine on his chin in the last round, and he had heard the laughter and cheers which greeted it.

It was his turn now, and he took his turn as long as I could stand up before him.

It seemed as if "time!" would never be called.

I was faint and sick, and my face-- Ah! that last was a finishing stroke.

I could keep my feet no longer, and fell back into Flanagan's arms amidst a perfect roar of laughter and applause.
At that moment the shame was almost more bitter to me than the pain.
This then was the result of my high living! This was what I had got by turning up my nose at my lot in Beadle Square, and aspiring to associate with my betters! This was the manner in which I was to make an impression on my old schoolfellow, and improve my footing with my new friends! No wonder I felt ashamed.
"You'd better invest in a little raw beefsteak," said Flanagan; "that's what will do you most good." This was all the comfort I got.