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'Oh, why, when I say he has nothing, replied Lord Scamperdale, 'I mean that he has not what Jawleyford, who is a bumptious sort of an ass, would consider sufficient to make him a fit match for one of his daughters. He may have a few hundreds a year, but Jaw, I'm sure, will look at nothing under thousands. 'Oh, certainly not, said Jack, 'there's no doubt about that.
'Well, then, you see, I was thinking, observed Lord Scamperdale, eyeing Jack's countenance, 'that if you would dine there to-morrow, as we fixed 'Oh, dash it! I couldn't do that, interrupted Jack, drawing himself together in his chair like a horse refusing a leap; 'I couldn't do that I couldn't dine with Jaw, not at no price.
'Hem cough hem my lord's hem not well cough no hem I mean to say hem cough my lord's gone hem to dine cough hem with his cough friend Lord Bubbley Jock hem cough I mean Barker cough. Jack and Lord Scamperdale were so in the habit of calling his lordship by this nickname, that Jack let it slip, or rather cough out, inadvertently.
'Sing out, Jack! for heaven's sake, sing out! exclaimed Lord Scamperdale; an enthusiastic sportsman, always as eager for a run as if he had never seen one. 'Sing out. Jack; or, by Jove, they'll override 'em at starting!
Amelia too, we are sorry to say, did not seem particularly distressed, though she gave him just as much of a sweet look as he squeezed her hand, as said, 'Now, if you should be a man of money, and my Lord Scamperdale does not make me my lady, you may, &c.
In addition to the parties mentioned as asked in his note to Lord Scamperdale, viz. Washball, Charley Slapp, and Lumpleg, were Parson Blossomnose; Mr. Fossick of the Flat Hat Hunt, who declined Mr. Crane of Crane Hall; Captain Guano, late of that noble corps the Spotted Horse Marines; and others who accepted. Mr.
Most of the horses had been in some hours, and were now standing well littered up with straw, while the grooms were in the tap talking over their masters, discussing the merits of their horses, or arguing whether Lord Scamperdale was mad or not.
Sponge's black-daubed clothes. 'Oh no! replied Sponge. 'Oh no! fell soft fell soft. More dirt, less hurt more dirt, less hurt. 'Why, you've been in a bog! exclaimed Mr. Puffington, eyeing the much-stained Hercules. 'Almost over head, replied Sponge. 'Scamperdale saw me going, and hadn't the grace to halloa. 'Ah, that's like him, replied Mr.
'Is your friend What's-his-name, a workman? asked Lord Scamperdale, nodding towards Sponge as he trotted Hercules gently past on the turf by the side of the road along which they were riding. 'Oh no, replied Jawleyford tartly. 'Oh no gentleman, man of property
I live, as you perhaps know, in one of the best hunting countries in England my Lord Scamperdale's Scamperdale and I are like brothers; I can do whatever I like with him he has, I may say, the finest pack of hounds in the world; his huntsman. Jack Frostyface, I really believe, cannot be surpassed. Come, then, my dear fellow, continued Mr.
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