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loss of blood, just before the last round, and 

 had to be propped up with a chair. They 

 were then taken to a room to be doctored and 

 washed. The others returned to their beer. 

 All the glasses, tables, everybody, and 

 everything, except a few up in what they 

 were pleased to call the gallery, were, covered 

 with blood, and the floor was simply a duck- 

 ground of blood. After that I walked through 

 it, and managed to reach the door without 

 fainting. The smell was something awful; 

 I am sure I could not have stayed much longer 

 without fainting or being sick. The smell and 

 the heat were so awful not the sight. I am 

 accustomed to blood, at least birds' blood. 



This is all contrary to law, of course, but 

 the police must, I presume, half close their 

 eyes. A certain Count H has been very 

 good to me ; he has got me a Sparrow-hawk, 

 and has asked me to play tennis to-morrow 

 with two other Counts. Young Baron K 

 is back from London, he is awfully nice and 

 very good to me." 



The summer of 1892 was spent in Renvyle, 

 in Ireland, by Dan and his younger brother 

 Dick. Dan writes, August, 1892. " We are 

 doing beautifully ; yesterday we went out 

 shooting in the bay, and got five Red-sh inks, 



