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The noise they made was heard outside; and on reaching the top of the
spacious flight of steps, Sponge's piebald in charge of a dirty village
lad, and Jawleyford's steeds with a sky-blue groom, were seen scuttling
under the portoco, for the owners to mount. The Jawleyford cavalry was none
of the best; but Jawleyford was pleased with it, and that is a great thing.
Indeed, a thing had only to be Jawleyford's, to make Jawleyford excessively
fond of it.
'There!' exclaimed he, as they reached the third step from the bottom.
'There!' repeated he, seizing Sponge by the arm, 'that's what I call shape.
You don't see such an animal as that every day,' pointing to a not badly
formed, but evidently worn-out, over-knee'd bay, that stood knuckling and
trembling for Jawleyford to mount.
'One of the "has beens," I should say,' replied Sponge, puffing a cloud of
smoke right past Jawleyford's nose; adding, 'It's a pity but you could get
him four new legs.'
'Faith, I don't see that he wants anything of the sort,' retorted
Jawleyford, nettled as well at the smoke as the observation.


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