A kindly anonymous reader reminds me of the duel in Tom Jones. Here it is, in its entirety:
"Jones was a little staggered by the blow which came somewhat unexpectedly; but presently recovering himself he also drew, and though he understood nothing of Fencing, prest on so boldly upon Fitzpatrick, that he beat down his Guard, and sheathed one half of his Sword in the Body of the said Gentleman, who had no sooner recevied it, than he stept backwards, dropt the Point of his Sword, and leaning upon it, cried, 'I have Satisfaction enough: I am a dead Man.'"
A single complex-compound sentence. If everything moved along at this rate, Tom Jones would not be a 700 page book.
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