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'Can you tell me can you inform me that's to say, can you give me any idea, hesitated Puffington, 'what is the usual practice the usual course the usual understanding as to the treatment of those sort of gentlemen? 'Oh, the best of everything's good enough for them, replied Jack, adding, 'just as it is with me.
Puffington had held on beyond the brick-fields; and had he but persevered a little farther, he would have had the satisfaction of helping Mr. Sponge out of the bog.
'Ah, that's the hound I offered to Scamperdale, observed Puffington, seeing the movement, and coming up to where Jack stood; 'that's the hound I offered to Scamperdale, repeated he, taking the old dog's head between his hands.
Sponge, adding, 'won't you be seated? 'How's Puffington? gasped our visitor, sousing himself upon one of the rosewood chairs in a way that threatened destruction to the slender fabric. 'Oh, he's pretty middling, I should say, replied Sponge, now making up his mind that he was addressing the doctor.
What brought them all out? What brought Mr. Puffington, the master of the Hanby hounds, out? What brought Blossomnose again? What Mr. Wake, Mr. Fossick, Mr. Fyle, who had all been out the day before? Reader, the news had spread throughout the country that there was a great writer down; and they wanted to see what he would say of them they had come to sit for their portraits, in fact.
Puffington still stuck to the 'amaazin' pop'lar man' character; a character that is not so convenient to support in the country as it is in town.
Old Puffington, however, being unable to keep those dearest documents of the British merchant, his balance-sheets, to himself, and Mrs.
We remember the day as if it were but yesterday; Puffington overtook us in Oxford Street, where we were taking our usual sauntering stare into the shop windows, and instead of shirking or slipping behind our back, he actually ran his arm up to the hilt in ours, and turned us into the middle of the flags, with an 'Ah, Buzzer, old boy, what are you doing in this debauched part of the town?
Puffington was interrupted in the comparison he was about to draw between his lordship's hounds and his, by arriving at the Bolsover brick-fields, and seeing Jack and Blossomnose, horse in hand, running to and fro, while sundry countrymen blobbed about in the clay-hole they had so recently occupied. Tom Washball, Mr. Wake, Mr. Fyle, Mr.
Puffington passed the wine and gave as a toast 'Success to the handicap. 'Well, at length said Jack, having apparently struck a balance, 'hands in pocket, gen'lemen. If this is an award, Mr. Pacey's gold watch and appurts gives Mr. Sponge's chestnut horse seventy golden sovereigns. Show money, whispered Jack to Pacey, adding, 'I'll stand the shot.
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