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blow on the side of his head, that ⟨made⟩ the Giant reel again. What, said Tom are you drunk with my strong ⟨beer⟩ already.
The Giant recovering laid on Tom most sad blows; but still as they ⟨came⟩ Tom kept them off with his wheel, ⟨so⟩ that he had no hurt at all: In short Tom plied his work so well, and ⟨laid⟩ such huge blows on the Giant, that sweat and blood together ran down ⟨his⟩ face and being fat and foggy, ⟨with⟩ fighting so long, he was almost ⟨tired⟩ out, and asked Tom to let him drink a little water, and then he would ⟨fight⟩ with him again. No, said Tom, my mother did not teach me that wit; who would be the fool then? Tom finding the Giant began to weary, and that he failed in his blows, thought it was best to make hay while the sun did shine for he laid on so fast as though he was mad, till he brought the Giant down
