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Presently the stable-door opened, and the horse stepped slowly and quietly out, looking blooming and bright after his previous day's gallop. Pacey, running his eyes over his clean muscular legs and finely shaped form, thought he hadn't done so far amiss after all. Leather stood at the horse's head, whistling and soothing him, feeling anything but the easy confidence that Mr. Pacey exhibited.
'Oh, dash it, the chap's drunk, growled Jack aloud to himself, adding to Pacey, 'you shouldn't get up so soon, man sleep the drink off. Pacey stood nonplussed. 'Don't you remember, Mr. Spraggon, at last asked he, after watching the tassel of Jack's cap peeping above the bedclothes, 'what took place last night, you know? You asked me to get you Mr.
Pacey has objected to a gentleman rider, and Guano and Puffington have differed on the point. Finding the point questioned, he abandons the 'handle', and sinks into plain Captain Boville. Pacey now objects to him altogether. 'S-c-e-u-s-e me, sir; s-c-e-u-s-e me, sir, simpers our friend Dick Bragg, sidling up to the objector with a sort of tendency of his turn-back-wristed hand to his hat.
Sponge cocked his ear, and sat on the watch, occasionally hazarding an observation, while Jack, who was next Pacey, on the left, pretended to decry Sponge's judgement, asking sotto voce, with a whiff through his nose, what such a Cockney as that could know about horses?
'Stop! roared Guano, 'do either of you sport your hand? 'Yes, I do, replied Mr. Pacey coolly. 'And I, said Mr. Sponge. 'Hold hard, then, gen'lemen! roared Jack, getting excited, and beginning to foam. 'Hold hard, gen'lemen! repeated he, just as he was in the habit of roaring at the troublesome customers in Lord Scamperdale's field; 'Mr. Pacey and Mr. Sponge both sport their hands.
'Come! exclaimed Jack, again starting up, 'cut your stick! be off! make yourself scarce! give your rags a gallop, in short! don't be after disturbin' a gen'leman of fortin's rest in this way. 'But, my dear Mr. Spraggon, resumed Pacey, in the same gentle tone, 'you surely forget what you asked me to do. 'I do, replied Jack firmly. 'Well, but, my dear Mr.
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