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Leather declared, as he swept the clothes over Multum-in-Parvo's tail, that it was the most unconscionable proceeding he had ever witnessed; and muttered something about the quiet comforts he had left at Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey's, hinting his regret at having come to Sir Harry's, in a sort of dialogue with himself as he saddled the horse.
Thank you, my little dear, thank you, added he, chucking him under the chin, and putting on his hat to be off. 'O, but stop, Mr. Sponge! exclaimed Mrs. Jogglebury, 'you haven't heard it all there's more yet. Then turning to the child, she thus attempted to give him the cue. 'O, ho! bother 'Now, then! time's hup! again shouted Jogglebury into the passage. 'O dear, Mr.
Jogglebury, that being our friend's name before his uncle Crowdey left him his property. Mrs. Jogglebury having an object in view, and knowing that, though Jogglebury might lead, he would not drive, availed herself of the lull to trim her sail, to try and catch him on the other tack. 'Well, Mr. 'Oh, Jog, I dare say you're very good and very industrious, sobbed Mrs.
'Come, out with it, young man! exclaimed Mr. Sponge, now putting a large piece of cold beef into his mouth. 'Not a 'ung man, muttered the child, bursting out a-crying, and extending his little fat arms to his mamma. 'No, my angel, not a 'ung man yet, replied Mrs. Jogglebury, taking him out of the chair, and hugging him to her bosom. 'He'll be a man before his mother for all that, observed Mr.
Jogglebury said nothing, but slipped quietly out, as if after her keys, to tell Susan to keep so-and-so in the meat-screen, and have a few potatoes ready to boil against Mr. Sponge arrived. She then sidled back quietly into the room. Jog and she presently proceeded to that all-important meal. Jog blowing out the company candles on the side-table as he passed.
'Not necessarily! replied Jog, with a jerk of his head and a puff into his shirt-frill that set it all in a flutter. 'Not necessarily! replied Mrs. Jogglebury, who was what they call a 'spirited woman, in the same rising tone as before. 'Not necessarily! but I say necessarily yes, necessarily. Do you hear me, Mr. Jogglebury?
'Do you want to see him? asked Sponge, after a pause, which seemed to indicate that his friend's conversation had come to a period, or full stop. 'No, replied Jogglebury unconcernedly. 'Much obliged for the compliment, observed Mr. Sponge, as Jogglebury fumbled and broke his nails in attempting to get a card out.
'That husband of yours is a monstrous good fellow, observed Mr. Sponge to Mrs. Jogglebury, who he now met coming out with her tail: 'he will insist on my having my horses over here most liberal, handsome thing of him, I'm sure; and that reminds me, can you manage to put up my servant? 'I dare say we can, replied Mrs. Jogglebury thoughtfully.
'Oh yes, replied Sir Harry; 'Watchorn will manage all that. We'd better have a hunt soon, and then, Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey was to get rid of Mr. Sponge. 'No; Mr. Bugles won't go out any more, replied Lady Scattercash peremptorily. 'He was nearly killed last time'; her ladyship casting an angry glance at her husband, and a very loving one on the object of her solicitude.
'The charman's gone, replied the boy, who looked upon his master the chairman of the Stir-it-stiff Union as the impersonification of all earthly greatness. 'Dash your impittance, growled Jog, slinking back into the nursery; 'I'll pay you off! Gustavus James's internal qualms being at length appeased, Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey returned to bed, but not to sleep sleep there was none for him.
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