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At
one
bound
,
my
uncle
caught
it
in
his
hand
,
drew
it
,
flourished
it
gallantly
above
his
head
,
called
aloud
to
the
lady
to
keep
out
of
the
way
,
hurled
the
chair
at
the
man
in
sky
-
blue
,
and
the
scabbard
at
the
man
in
plum
-
colour
,
and
taking
advantage
of
the
confusion
,
fell
upon
them
both
,
pell
-
mell
.
‘
Gentlemen
,
there
is
an
old
story
—
none
the
worse
for
being
true
—
regarding
a
fine
young
Irish
gentleman
,
who
being
asked
if
he
could
play
the
fiddle
,
replied
he
had
no
doubt
he
could
,
but
he
couldn
’
t
exactly
say
,
for
certain
,
because
he
had
never
tried
.
This
is
not
inapplicable
to
my
uncle
and
his
fencing
.
He
had
never
had
a
sword
in
his
hand
before
,
except
once
when
he
played
Richard
the
Third
at
a
private
theatre
,
upon
which
occasion
it
was
arranged
with
Richmond
that
he
was
to
be
run
through
,
from
behind
,
without
showing
fight
at
all
.
But
here
he
was
,
cutting
and
slashing
with
two
experienced
swordsman
,
thrusting
,
and
guarding
,
and
poking
,
and
slicing
,
and
acquitting
himself
in
the
most
manful
and
dexterous
manner
possible
,
although
up
to
that
time
he
had
never
been
aware
that
he
had
the
least
notion
of
the
science
.
It
only
shows
how
true
the
old
saying
is
,
that
a
man
never
knows
what
he
can
do
till
he
tries
,
gentlemen
.
‘
The
noise
of
the
combat
was
terrific
;
each
of
the
three
combatants
swearing
like
troopers
,
and
their
swords
clashing
with
as
much
noise
as
if
all
the
knives
and
steels
in
Newport
market
were
rattling
together
,
at
the
same
time
.
When
it
was
at
its
very
height
,
the
lady
(
to
encourage
my
uncle
most
probably
)
withdrew
her
hood
entirely
from
her
face
,
and
disclosed
a
countenance
of
such
dazzling
beauty
,
that
he
would
have
fought
against
fifty
men
,
to
win
one
smile
from
it
and
die
.
He
had
done
wonders
before
,
but
now
he
began
to
powder
away
like
a
raving
mad
giant
.
‘
At
this
very
moment
,
the
gentleman
in
sky
-
blue
turning
round
,
and
seeing
the
young
lady
with
her
face
uncovered
,
vented
an
exclamation
of
rage
and
jealousy
,
and
,
turning
his
weapon
against
her
beautiful
bosom
,
pointed
a
thrust
at
her
heart
,
which
caused
my
uncle
to
utter
a
cry
of
apprehension
that
made
the
building
ring
.
The
lady
stepped
lightly
aside
,
and
snatching
the
young
man
’
s
sword
from
his
hand
,
before
he
had
recovered
his
balance
,
drove
him
to
the
wall
,
and
running
it
through
him
,
and
the
panelling
,
up
to
the
very
hilt
,
pinned
him
there
,
hard
and
fast
.
It
was
a
splendid
example
.
My
uncle
,
with
a
loud
shout
of
triumph
,
and
a
strength
that
was
irresistible
,
made
his
adversary
retreat
in
the
same
direction
,
and
plunging
the
old
rapier
into
the
very
centre
of
a
large
red
flower
in
the
pattern
of
his
waistcoat
,
nailed
him
beside
his
friend
;
there
they
both
stood
,
gentlemen
,
jerking
their
arms
and
legs
about
in
agony
,
like
the
toy
-
shop
figures
that
are
moved
by
a
piece
of
pack
-
thread
.
My
uncle
always
said
,
afterwards
,
that
this
was
one
of
the
surest
means
he
knew
of
,
for
disposing
of
an
enemy
;
but
it
was
liable
to
one
objection
on
the
ground
of
expense
,
inasmuch
as
it
involved
the
loss
of
a
sword
for
every
man
disabled
.
‘
"
The
mail
,
the
mail
!
"
cried
the
lady
,
running
up
to
my
uncle
and
throwing
her
beautiful
arms
round
his
neck
;
"
we
may
yet
escape
.
"
‘
"
May
!
"
cried
my
uncle
;
"
why
,
my
dear
,
there
’
s
nobody
else
to
kill
,
is
there
?
"
My
uncle
was
rather
disappointed
,
gentlemen
,
for
he
thought
a
little
quiet
bit
of
love
-
making
would
be
agreeable
after
the
slaughtering
,
if
it
were
only
to
change
the
subject
.
‘
"
We
have
not
an
instant
to
lose
here
,
"
said
the
young
lady
.
"
He
(
pointing
to
the
young
gentleman
in
sky
-
blue
)
is
the
only
son
of
the
powerful
Marquess
of
Filletoville
.
"
‘
"
Well
then
,
my
dear
,
I
’
m
afraid
he
’
ll
never
come
to
the
title
,
"
said
my
uncle
,
looking
coolly
at
the
young
gentleman
as
he
stood
fixed
up
against
the
wall
,
in
the
cockchafer
fashion
that
I
have
described
.
"
You
have
cut
off
the
entail
,
my
love
.
"
‘
"
I
have
been
torn
from
my
home
and
my
friends
by
these
villains
,
"
said
the
young
lady
,
her
features
glowing
with
indignation
.
"
That
wretch
would
have
married
me
by
violence
in
another
hour
.
"
