"I've paid him out at last! He won't take a 'walk over' again in a hurry.

Cuss them swells! They allays die so game; it ain't half a go after all, giving 'em a facer; they just come up to time so cool under it all, and never show they are down, even when their backers throw up the sponge.

You can't make 'em give in, not even when they're mortal hit; that's the crusher of it." "Vell, vhat matter that ven you have hit 'em ?" expostulated the more philosophic Jew.
"Why, it is a fleecing of one," retorted the welsher savagely, even amid his successes.

"A clear fleecing of one.

If one gets the better of a dandy chap like that, and brings him down neat and clean, one ought to have the spice of it.