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Puff, wheeze, puff, he now came waddling and labouring along, hat in hand, hurrying after the servant; puff, wheeze, puff, and he found himself in the room. 'Your servant, sir, said he, sticking himself out behind, and addressing Mr. Sponge, making a ground sweep with his woolly hat. 'Yours, said Mr. Sponge, with a similar bow. Jogglebury, blowing into his large frill. 'It is, replied Mr.
Nevertheless, there was plenty of room even after Jogglebury had cut off one end for a cow-house. 'Why, you might hunt the country with all this stabling, observed Mr. Sponge, as he entered the low door. 'One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Nine stalls, I declare, added he, after counting them.
Jogglebury Crowdey did in Mr. Sponge's. In truth, Jogglebury was one of those unsportsmanlike beings, that a regular fox-hunter would think it waste of words to inquire about, and if Mr. Sponge saw him, he did not recollect him; while, on the other hand, Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey went home very full of our friend. Now, Mrs.
But Jog was deaf chop, chop, chop was all the answer Mr. Sponge got. 'Well, hang me if ever I saw such a fellow! continued Sponge, thinking he would drive on if he only knew the way. 'Chop, chop, chop, continued the axe. 'Mister Jogglebury! Mister Jogglebury Crowdey a-hooi! roared Sponge, at the top of his voice. The axe stopped. 'Anybody comin'? resounded from the wood.
'Coming! replied Mr. Sponge. As if to thwart him, the child then began, Mrs. Jogglebury holding up her forefinger as well in admiration as to keep silence: 'Obin and Ichard, two pretty men, Lay in bed till 'e clock struck ten; Up starts Obin, and looks at the sky And then the brat stopped. 'Very beautiful! exclaimed Mr. Sponge; 'very beautiful! One of Moore's, isn't it?
Jogglebury; 'we can entertain him well enough. You always say fox-hunters are not ceremonious. I tell you what, Jog, you don't think half enough of yourself. You are far too easily set aside. My word! but I know some people who would give themselves pretty airs if their husband was chairman of a board of guardians, and trustee of I don't know how many of Her Majesty's turnpike roads, Mrs.
Jogglebury sat wondering what was going to happen, and thinking what a wigging he would get from Mrs. J. if he didn't manage to shake off his friend. Above all, he recollected that they had nothing but haddocks and hashed mutton for dinner. 'Tell Leather I want him, said Mr.
Sponge carelessly; adding, 'Sir Harry is rather too fast a man for me. 'Too fast for himself, I should think, observed Mrs. Jog. 'Have you known him long? asked Mrs. Jogglebury. 'Oh, we fox-hunters all know each other, replied Mr. Sponge evasively. 'Well, now that's what I tell Mr. Jogglebury, exclaimed she. 'Mr. Jog's so shy, that there's no getting him to do what he ought, added the lady.
'Are there any hounds in your neighbourhood? asked Mr. Sponge. 'Oh yes, replied Mr. Jogglebury slowly; 'Mr. 'Well, you're a devilish good fellow! exclaimed Sponge; 'and I'll tell you what, as I'm sure you mean what you say, I'll take you at your word and go at once; and that'll give our friend here time to come round. 'Oh, hang preparation! interrupted Mr. Sponge. 'I'll take you as you are.
Jogglebury, taking off his great woolly hat, and giving his lank, dark hair, streaked with grey, a sweep round his low forehead with the bandana. 'Oh! 'Indeed! replied Mr. Sponge. Jogglebury, still eyeing the knob.
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