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Why, Im busy just now, you see, said he, pointing to his cigar, and that horse of yours (Jack had ridden the redoubtable chestnut, Multum in Parvo, who had gone very well in the company of Hercules) pulled so confoundedly that Ive almost lost the use of my fingers, continued he, working away as if he had got the cramp in both hands; but Ill prompt you, added he, Ill prompt you. Why dont you begin then? asked Sponge. Begin! exclaimed Jack, taking the cigar from his lips; begin! repeated he, oh, Ill begin directly -- didnt know you were ready. Jack then threw himself back in his chair, and sticking out his little bandy legs, turned the whites of his eyes up to the ceiling, as if lost in meditation. Begin, said he, after a pause, begin, This splendid pack had a stunning run. But we must put what pack first, observed Sponge, writing the words Mr Puffingtons hounds at the top of the paper. Well, said he, writing on, this stunning pack had a splendid run. No, not stunning pack, growled Jack, splendid pack -- this splendid pack had a stunning run. Stop! exclaimed Sponge, writing it down; well, said he, looking up, Ive got it. This stunning pack had a splendid run, repeated Jack, squinting away at the ceiling. I thought you said splendid pack, observed Sponge. So I did, replied Jack. You said stunning just now, rejoined he. Ah, that was a slip of the tongue, said Jack. This splendid pack had a stunning run, repeated Jack, appealing again to his cigar for inspiration, well then, said he, after a pause, you just go on as usual, you know, continued he, with a flourish of his great red hand. As usual! exclaimed Sponge, you dont spose ones pen goes of itself. Why no, replied Jack, knocking the ashes of his cigar on to the arabesque-patterned tapestry carpet -- why no, not exactly; but these things, you know, are a good deal matter of course; just describe what you saw, you know, and butter Puff well, thats the main point. But you forget, replied Sponge, I dont know the country, I dont know the people, I dont know anything at all about the run -- I never once looked at the hounds. Thats nothin, replied Jack, thered be plenty like you in that respect. However, continued he, gathering himself up in his chair as if for an effort, you can say -- let me see what you can say -- you can say, this splendid pack had a stunning run from Hollyburn Hanger, the property of its truly popular master, Mr Puffington, or -- stop, said Jack, checking himself, say, the property of its truly popular and sporting master, Mr Puffington. The covers just as much mine as its his, observed Jack, it belongs to old Sir Timothy Tensthemain, whos vegetating at Boulogne-sur-Mer, but Puff says hell buy it when it comes to the hammer, so well flatter him by considering it his already, just as we flatter him by calling him a sportsman -- sportsman! added Jack, with a sneer, hes just as much taste for the thing as a cow. Well, said Sponge, looking up, Ive got truly popular and sporting master, Mr Puffington, adding, hadnt we better say something about the meet and the grand spread here before we begin with the run? |
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