All Here but Invisible
The fact is, I’m all here—head, hands, legs, and all the rest of it, but it happens I’m invisible. It’s a confounded nuisance, but I am. That’s no reason why I should be poked to pieces by every stupid bumpkin in Iping, is it?
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Context: Exposed at the village inn, he complains to the crowd trying to grab him.
Not in a duel yet
Source: Chapter VII, “The Unveiling of the Stranger”