He had the agile grace of a leopard; his waistcoat reminded me of one; he was like a piece of machinery in free action.

Pleased by my enthusiasm, he gave me a lesson, promising me more.
'He'll be champion some day,' said Kiomi, at gnaw upon an apple he had given her.
I knocked the apple on the ground, and stamped on it.

She slapped my cheek.

In a minute we stood in a ring.

I beheld the girl actually squaring at me.
'Fight away,' I said, to conceal my shame, and imagining I could slip from her hits as easily as the prizefighter did from big William's.