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Victor Hugo - The Man Who Laughs - Cosmopolitan University 2

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"Foul blow!" cried Viscount Barnard.<br />

Phelem-ghe-Madone sank down on the knee of his second, saying,--<br />

"I am beginning to get warm."<br />

Lord Desertum consulted the umpires, and said,--<br />

"Five minutes before time is called."<br />

Phelem-ghe-Madone was becoming weaker. Kilter wiped the blood from his<br />

face and the sweat from his body with a flannel, and placed the neck of<br />

a bottle to his mouth. <strong>The</strong>y had come to the eleventh round. Phelem,<br />

besides the scar on his forehead, had his breast disfigured by blows,<br />

his belly swollen, and the fore part of the head scarified. Helmsgail<br />

was untouched.<br />

A kind of tumult arose amongst the gentlemen.<br />

Lord Barnard repeated, "Foul blow."<br />

"Bets void!" said the Laird of Lamyrbau.<br />

"I claim my stake!" replied Sir Thomas Colpepper.<br />

And the honourable member for the borough of Saint Ives, Sir Bartholomew<br />

Gracedieu, added, "Give me back my five hundred guineas, and I will go.<br />

Stop the fight."<br />

Phelem arose, staggering like a drunken man, and said,--<br />

"Let us go on fighting, on one condition--that I also shall have the<br />

right to give one foul blow."<br />

<strong>The</strong>y cried "Agreed!" from all parts of the ring. Helmsgail shrugged his<br />

shoulders. Five minutes elapsed, and they set to again.<br />

<strong>The</strong> fighting, which was agony to Phelem, was play to Helmsgail. Such are<br />

the triumphs of science.<br />

<strong>The</strong> little man found means of putting the big one into chancery--that is<br />

to say, Helmsgail suddenly took under his left arm, which was bent like<br />

a steel crescent, the huge head of Phelem-ghe-Madone, and held it there<br />

under his armpits, the neck bent and twisted, whilst Helmsgail's right<br />

fist fell again and again like a hammer on a nail, only from below and<br />

striking upwards, thus smashing his opponent's face at his ease. When<br />

Phelem, released at length, lifted his head, he had no longer a face.<br />

That which had been a nose, eyes, and a mouth now looked only like a<br />

black sponge, soaked in blood. He spat, and on the ground lay four of<br />

his teeth.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n he fell. Kilter received him on his knee.<br />

Helmsgail was hardly touched: he had some insignificant bruises and a<br />

scratch on his collar bone.

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