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"Let us go on fighting, on one condition that I also shall have the right to give one foul blow." They cried "Agreed!" from all parts of the ring. Helmsgail shrugged his shoulders. Five minutes elapsed, and they set to again. The fighting, which was agony to Phelem, was play to Helmsgail. Such are the triumphs of science.
The mouth reappeared, and he opened one eyelid. His temples seemed fractured. "One round more, my friend," said Kilter; and he added, "for the honour of the low town." The Welsh and the Irish understand each other, still Phelem made no sign of having any power of understanding left. Phelem arose, supported by Kilter. It was the twenty-fifth round.
When Phelem, released at length, lifted his head, he had no longer a face. That which had been a nose, eyes, and a mouth now looked only like a black sponge, soaked in blood. He spat, and on the ground lay four of his teeth. Then he fell. Kilter received him on his knee. Helmsgail was hardly touched: he had some insignificant bruises and a scratch on his collar bone. No one was cold now.
Kilter wiped the blood from his face and the sweat from his body with a flannel, and placed the neck of a bottle to his mouth. They had come to the eleventh round. Phelem, besides the scar on his forehead, had his breast disfigured by blows, his belly swollen, and the fore part of the head scarified. Helmsgail was untouched. A kind of tumult arose amongst the gentlemen.
Goliaths are always vanquished by Davids. A hail of exclamations followed the combatants. "Bravo, Helmsgail! Good! Well done, Highlander! Now, Phelem!" And the friends of Helmsgail repeated their benevolent exhortation, "Bung up his peepers!" Helmsgail did better. Rapidly bending down and back again, with the undulation of a serpent, he struck Phelem-ghe-Madone in the sternum.
Lord Barnard repeated, "Foul blow." "Bets void!" said the Laird of Lamyrbau. "I claim my stake!" replied Sir Thomas Colpepper. And the honourable member for the borough of Saint Ives, Sir Bartholomew Gracedieu, added, "Give me back my five hundred guineas, and I will go. Stop the fight." Phelem arose, staggering like a drunken man, and said,
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