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Well now, after all that, we fancy we hear our fair friends exclaim, Thank goodness, theres an end of Lord Scamperdale and his hunting; he has had a good run, and will rest quiet for a time; we shall now hear something of Amelia and Emily, and the doings at Jawleyford Court. Mistaken lady! If you are lucky enough to marry an out-and-out fox-hunter, you will find that a good run is only adding fuel to the fire, only making him anxious for more. Lord Scamperdales sporting fire was in full blaze. His bumps and his thumps, his rolls, and his scrambles, only brought out the beauties and perfections of the thing. He cared nothing for his hat-crown, no; nor for his coat-lap either. Nay, he wouldnt have cared if it had been made into a spencer. Whats today? Monday, said his lordship, answering himself. Monday, he repeated; Monday -- bubble- and-squeak, I guess -- sooner its ready the better, for Im half famished -- didnt do half justice to that nice breakfast at Springys. That nasty brown-booted buffer completely threw me off my feed. By the way, what became of the chestnut-booted animal? Went home, replied Jack; fittest place for him. Hope hell stay there, rejoined his lordship. No fear of his being at the roads tomorrow, is there? None, replied Jack. I told him it was quite an impossible distance from him, twenty miles at least. Thats grand! exclaimed his lordship; thats grand! Then well have a rare, ding-dong hey-away pop. Therell be no end of those nasty, jealous, Puffington dogs out; and if we have half such a scent as we had today, well sew some of them up, well show em what hunting is. Now, he added, if youll go and get the bottle of port, Ill clean myself, and then well have dinner as quick as we can. |
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