everybody bending a little forwards and gazing at him. Says I to myself, now he'll throw up the sponge—there ain't no more use. Well, did he? A body can't hardly believe it, but he didn't.
Mark Twain. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
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he got up and turned round and round confusedly a few times, not knowing where I was; but finally went on his knees to his sponge and threw it up: at the same time panting out, "That means you have won."