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Sponge's chestnut, and you know I did, you know. 'Hout, lad, disperse! get out of this! exclaimed Jack, starting his great red face above the bedclothes and squinting frightfully at Pacey. 'Well, my dear friend, but you did, observed Pacey soothingly. 'Nonsense! roared Jack, again ducking under. Pacey stood agape.
Jawleyford, too, was all flourish and compliment; now tilting at the weather, now congratulating himself upon having secured Mr. Sponge's society in the house. That leisurely meal of protracted ease, a country-house breakfast, being at length accomplished, and the ladies having taken their departure, Mr.
Sponge's astonishment, instead of breaking out in inquiries as to where they had run to, the time, the distance, who was up, who was down, and so on, they began recommending the victuals and drink; and this, notwithstanding Mr. Sponge kept flourishing the brush. 'We've had a rare run, said he, addressing himself to Sir Harry.
Spraggon, if you'll have the kindness to recollect to consider to reflect on what passed, you'll surely remember commissioning me to challenge Mr. Sponge's horse for you? 'Me! exclaimed Jack, bouncing up in bed, and sitting squinting furiously. 'Me! repeated he; 'unpossible. How could I do such a thing? Why, I handicap'd him, man, for you, man? 'You told me, for all that, replied Mr.
So with billiards, brandy, and ''baccy, ''baccy, brandy, and billiards, varied with an occasional stroll about the grounds, the non-sporting inmates of Nonsuch House beguiled the time, much to Mr. Sponge's disgust, whose soul was on fire and eager for the fray. The reader's perhaps being the same, we will skip Christmas and pass on to New Year's Day.
He now lay tumbling and tossing about in bed, and little by little he laid together the outline of the evening's proceedings, beginning with his challenging Mr. Sponge's chestnut, and ending with the resignation of his watch and chain. He thought he was wrong to do anything of the sort. He didn't want the horse, not he. What should he do with him? he had one more than he wanted as it was.
'There! exclaimed Facey, pointing to Sponge's portmanteau and bag, standing midway between the window and door: 'There! there are your traps. Yonder's the washhand-stand.
Jack! sing out! for heaven's sake sing out, shrieked his lordship, shutting his eyes, as he added, 'or he'll kill every man jack of them. 'NOW, SUR! roared Jack, 'can't you steer that 'ere aggravatin' quadruped of yours? 'Oh, you pestilential son of a pontry-maid! screeched his lordship, as Brilliant ran yelping away from under Sponge's horse's feet. 'Sing out.
Bragg being still somewhat flurried at the unexpected intrusion. 'Ah, well, interrupted Mr. Puffington, who was still eager about his mission, 'we'll talk about that after. At present I'm come to tell you, continued he, holding up Mr. Sponge's note, 'that we must brush up a little going to have a visit of inspection from the great Mr. Sponge. 'Indeed, sir! replied Mr.
Jawleyford's indisposition preventing Jack making the announcement he was sent to do, made it incumbent on him, as he argued, to see what could be done with the alternative his lordship had proposed namely, buying Sponge's horses. At least. Jack salved his conscience over with the old plea of duty; and had come to that conclusion as he again helped himself to the last glass in the bottle.
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