2/13 I struck down the point of a rapier which was within an inch of his breast--gave the swashbuckler who carried it a riposta he did not expect, and sent him off bowling--and then addressed myself to the others with such good effect, that in a brief space the stranger and I were alone together. I had been slightly wounded in the fray; but I thought nothing of it--a mere scratch. It seemed something more to the gentleman I had preserved. |