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Dobbin of Ours

           

           Ashedidnotintheleastknowhowtoparrytheblowsthatwereaimedathimself,andCuffhadbeguntheattackonthethreeprecedingoccasions,withouteverallowinghisenemytostrike,Figsnowdeterminedthathewouldcommencetheengagementbyachargeonhisownpart;andaccordingly,beingaleft-handedman,broughtthatarmintoaction,andhitoutacoupleoftimeswithallhismightonceatMr.Cuff’slefteye,andonceonhisbeautifulRomannose.

           Cuffwentdownthistime,totheastonishmentoftheassembly."Wellhit,byJove,"sayslittleOsborne,withtheairofaconnoisseur,clappinghismanontheback."Giveithimwiththeleft,Figsmyboy."

           Figs’sleftmadeterrificplayduringalltherestofthecombat.Cuffwentdowneverytime.Atthesixthround,therewerealmostasmanyfellowsshoutingout,"Goit,Figs,"astherewereyouthsexclaiming,"Goit,Cuff."Atthetwelfthroundthelatterchampionwasallabroad,asthesayingis,andhadlostallpresenceofmindandpowerofattackordefence.Figs,onthecontrary,wasascalmasaquaker.Hisfacebeingquitepale,hiseyesshiningopen,andagreatcutonhisunderlipbleedingprofusely,gavethisyoungfellowafierceandghastlyair,whichperhapsstruckterrorintomanyspectators.Nevertheless,hisintrepidadversarypreparedtocloseforthethirteenthtime.

           IfIhadthepenofaNapier,oraBell’sLife,Ishouldliketodescribethiscombatproperly.

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