He said also that even if he won
the axe, the matter might not stay there, for he must take the girl also, and his heart boded no good of women.
His sorrows were not alleviated by the fact that Gossett won the fifth and sixth holes.
A moment later a murmur of approval signified the fact that Archibald had won his first hole.
When Archibald won the next in eleven and the tenth in nine, hope began to flicker feebly in his bosom.
Lydgate, by betting on his own strokes, had won
sixteen pounds; but young Hawley's arrival had changed the poise of things.
Phileas Fogg had won
his wager, and had made his journey around the world in eighty days.
A Chief may, and often does, play almost an entire game without leaving his own square, where, mounted upon a thoat, he may overlook the entire field and direct each move, nor may he be reproached for lack of courage should he elect thus to play the game since, by the rules, were he to be slain or so badly wounded as to be compelled to withdraw, a game that might otherwise have been won by the science of his play and the prowess of his men would be drawn.
A shout arose from the stands, for wherever may have been the favor of the spectators, none there was who could say that it had not been a pretty fight, or that the better man had not won.
If he won, it would doubtless mean a duel between the two Chiefs, a development for which they all were hoping.
For he had killed as many of the dispossessed lords as he could lay hands on, and few had escaped; he had won over the Roman gentlemen, and he had the most numerous party in the college.
Yet there were in the duke such boldness and ability, and he knew so well how men are to be won or lost, and so firm were the foundations which in so short a time he had laid, that if he had not had those armies on his back, or if he had been in good health, he would have overcome all difficulties.
Poe's first genuine victory was won in 1833, when .
Poe's first genuine victory was won in 1833, when he was the successful competitor for a prize of $100 offered by a Baltimore periodical for the best prose story.
Some people whispered that Hugh Fitzooth was the rightful Earl of Huntingdon, but that he had been defrauded out of his lands by Fitzwalter, who had won the King's favor by a crusade to the Holy Land.
In truth I brought the Sheriff to shame for mine own pleasure, and won his golden arrow to boot.