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If he had been Jack Spraggon, living in old Mother Nipcheese's lodgings at Starfield, as he was when Lord Scamperdale took him by the hand, he would have addressed him as 'Dear Sir, or perhaps in the third person, 'Mr. Jawleyford presents his compliments to Mr.
Spraggon at last submitted to the humiliation, and set off to follow young Muggins with his bag on the donkey, in his best top-boots, worn under his trousers an unpleasant operation to any one, but especially to a man like Jack, who preferred wearing his tops out against the flaps of his friends' saddles, rather than his soles by walking upon them.
Spraggon took advantage of a dead silence to call up the table to Mister Sponge to take wine; a compliment that Sponge acknowledged the accordance of by a very low bow into his plate, and by-and-by Mister Sponge 'Mistered' Mr. Spraggon to return the compliment. 'No, replied Spraggon, 'nor do I wish. 'Great snob, observed Pacey. 'Shocking, assented Spraggon.
'Come! exclaimed Jack, again starting up, 'cut your stick! be off! make yourself scarce! give your rags a gallop, in short! don't be after disturbin' a gen'leman of fortin's rest in this way. 'But, my dear Mr. Spraggon, resumed Pacey, in the same gentle tone, 'you surely forget what you asked me to do. 'I do, replied Jack firmly. 'Well, but, my dear Mr.
What a farce to see the great bulky fellows go to scale with their saddles strapped to their backs, as if to illustrate the impossibility of putting a round of beef upon a pudding plate! But the weighed-in ones are mounting. See, there's Jack Spraggon getting a hoist on to Daddy Longlegs! Did ever mortal see such a man for a jockey?
Pacey, who he was certain never meant anything disrespectful to Mr. Spraggon, who, Mr. Sponge thought, seemed rather quick at taking offence; though, doubtless, as Mr. Sponge observed, 'a man was perfectly right in being tenacious of his integrity, a position that he illustrated by a familiar passage from Shakespeare, about stealing a purse and stealing trash, &c. Emboldened by his kindness, Mr.
Perhaps he looked rather older than he was, for he was stiff built and strong, with an ample crop of whiskers extending from his great red docken ears round his harvest moon of a face. He was lumpy, and clumsy, and heavy all over. Having now got inducted, he began to stare round the party, and first addressed our worthy friend Mr. Spraggon. 'Well, Sprag, how are you? asked he.
Sponge having got two bountiful slices, with a knotch of home-made brown bread, and some mustard on his plate, now made for the table, and elbowed himself into a place between Mr. Fossick and Sparks, immediately opposite Mr. Spraggon. 'Good morning, said he to that worthy, as he saw the whites of his eyes showing through his spectacles.
Spraggon comforted Lord Scamperdale with the assurance that Amelia had no idea of Sponge, who he made no doubt would very soon be out of the country and his lordship went to church and prayed most devoutly for him to go. 'Lord Scamperdale's foxhounds meet on Monday at Larkhall Hill, &c. &c. County Paper.
Spraggon was the purchaser, and that he was only a middle-man. His headache forsook him for the moment, and he felt a new man. It was clearly the case, and bit by bit he recollected all about it. Then he began to think that the horse must be a good one, as Jack would not set too high a price on him, seeing that he was the purchaser.
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