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Scrambleford Green was a small straggling village on the top of a somewhat high hill, that divided the vale in which Jawleyford Court was situated from the more fertile one of Farthinghoe, in which Lord Scamperdale lived. Think of that, you 'used up' young gentlemen of twenty, who have exhausted the pleasures of the world!
The sky was clear, stars sparkled in the firmament, and a young crescent moon shone with silvery brightness o'er the scene. 'That'll do, said Sponge, as he eyed it; 'no haze there. Come, added he to his papa-in-law, as Hobanob's steps died out on the terrace, 'you'd better go to-morrow. 'Can't, replied Jawleyford; 'go next day, perhaps Scrambleford Green better place much.
The hounds did not come to Scrambleford Green often, for it was not a favourite meet; and when they did come, Frosty and the men generally had them pretty much to themselves.
Jawleyford, thoughtfully, 'to-morrow they don't hunt to-morrow not one of their days next day. Scrambleford Green Scrambleford Green no, no, I'm wrong Dundleton Tower Dundleton Tower. 'How far is that from here? asked Mr. Sponge. 'Oh, ten miles say ten miles, replied Mr. Jawleyford. It was sometimes ten, and sometimes fifteen, depending upon whether Mr. Jawleyford wanted the party to go or not.
This day, however, was the exception; and Old Tom Yarnley, whom age had bent nearly double, and who hobbled along on two sticks, declared that never in the course of his recollection, a period extending over the best part of a century, had he seen such a 'sight of red coats' as mustered that morning at Scrambleford Green. It seemed as if there had been a sudden rising of sportsmen.
Sponge that took our friend to the meet of Lord Scamperdale's hounds at Scrambleford Green, when he gave Mr. Sponge a general invitation to visit him before he left the country, an invitation that was as acceptable to Mr. Sponge on his expulsion from Jawleyford Court, as it was agreeable to Mr.
Then they rode on, and were presently rounding Newington Hill themselves, the hounds packing well together, and carrying a famous head. His lordship now looked to see what was going on behind. Scrambleford Hill was far in the rear. Jawleyford and the boy in blue were altogether lost in the distance.
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