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I wish you would keep your potato-trap shut. See! you've made every hound throw up, and it's ten to one that ne'er a one among 'em will stoop again." "Yonder he goes," cries a cock of the old school, who used to hunt with Colonel Jolliffe's hounds, and still sports the long blue surtout lined with orange, yellow-ochre unmentionables, and mahogany-coloured knee-caps, with mother-of-pearl buttons.
That evening a good many boys were assembled in Dr Jolliffe's pupil- room to hear the reports concerning the cricket and football clubs, which were really one, as the same subscribers belonged to both, and it was only for clearness and to avoid confusion of accounts that they were treated separately; besides that, one boy could not always be found to undertake, like Crawley, the management of both.
Well, he would know the worst soon now at any rate, that was one consolation, for there is nothing so bad as suspense, as the man said who was going to be hanged. Dr Jolliffe's study was in a retired part of the house, not often visited by the boys. Here the uproar of their voices, and their noisy tread as they rushed up and down the uncarpeted staircases, could not be heard.
The old screw drew me for four shillings one day for my leaders, two each way, so, says I, 'My covey, if you don't draw it a little milder, I'll send my 'osses from the stable through my friend Sir William Jolliffe's fields to the other side of your shop, and as he wouldn't, you see here they are, and he gets nothing."
Now the thaw might come if it liked, and Tom, who was a bit of a philosopher, went to sleep. Buller was not the only Weston boy who broke out unlawfully that night. From Mr Cookson's house as from Dr Jolliffe's an adventurer stole forth. But Saurin's object was not so innocent as Buller's, neither was it so unpremeditated.
"You think 'real ladies' wait until the sun has been up a few hours and warmed the earth for them?" "Y es," said Caroline. But it was not spoken very readily, for she had a suspicion that Miss Channing was laughing at her. "May I ask where you have acquired your notions of 'real ladies, Caroline?" Caroline pouted. "Don't you call Colonel Jolliffe's daughters ladies, Miss Channing?"
On the hunting bill-of-fare, were Mr. Jolliffe's foxhounds, Mr. Meager's harriers, the Derby staghounds, the Sanderstead harriers, the Union foxhounds, the Surrey foxhounds, rabbit beagles on Epsom Downs, and dwarf foxhounds on Woolwich Common. What a list to bewilder a stranger! The Yorkshireman left it all to Mr. Jorrocks.
Jolliffe's arguments, sensible as they were, had very little effect upon him, for, strange to say, it is much more easy to shake a man's opinions when he is wrong than when he is right; proving that we are all of a very perverse nature.
Twenty years have passed since you last saw Mrs. Jolliffe's tall slim figure. She is now past seventy, and can't have many mile-stones more to count on the journey that will bring her to her long home. The hair has grown white as snow, that is parted under her cap, over her shrewd, but kindly face. But her figure is still straight, and her step light and active.
"So he had found out my name, assuredly not by accident, and the fact angered me, perhaps unreasonably. "'I have heard of Mr. Jolliffe's death, I replied coldly, 'if that is what you have to tell me. "'I thought, he rejoined, with assurance, 'it quite possible you might not have heard so soon.
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