He interfered, tried to separate them--as he would have done, I am sure, had they been armed with pistols, for the sight of fighting was intolerable to him, it put him beside himself with a sort of passionate disgust.

They were great strong fellows, and one of them, whether intentionally or not, dealt him a fierce blow on the chest, knocking him down.

That put an end to the fight.

My father had to sit by the roadside for a time before he could go home.
"The next day he did not look well, but spent his time as usual, and on the morning after, he seemed to be all right again.

The next day again he went for his walk, and did not return.