Thenextstroketookhimonthelips，knockingoutatoothandsendinghimbackwards。
ThenIcaughthimbythelegandbeathimmostunmercifully，notupontheheadindeed，fornowthatIwasvictorIdidnotwishtokillonewhomIthoughtamadmanasIwouldthatIhaddone，butoneveryotherpartofhim。
IndeedIthrashedhimtillmyarmswerewearyandthenIfelltokickinghim，andallthewhilehewrithedlikeawoundedsnakeandcursedhorribly，thoughhenevercriedoutoraskedformercy。
AtlastIceasedandlookedathim，andhewasnoprettysighttosee——
indeed，whatwithhiscutsandbruisesandthemireoftheroadway，itwouldhavebeenhardtoknowhimforthegallantcavalierwhomIhadmetnotfiveminutesbefore。