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He got into a clay-hole a little farther back, and a precious
splashing he was making, along with the chaplain, old Blossomnose.'
'Ah, I saw him,' observed Mr. Sponge.
'You should come and see _my_ hounds,' observed Mr. Puffington.
'What are they?' asked Sponge.
'The Hanby,' replied Mr. Puffington.
'Oh! then you are Mr. Puffington,' observed Sponge, who had a sort of
general acquaintance with all the hounds and masters--indeed, with all the
meets of all the hounds in the kingdom--which he read in the weekly lists
in _Bell's Life_, just as he read _Mogg's Cab Fares_. 'Then you are Mr.
Puffington?' observed Sponge.
'The same,' replied the stranger.
'I'll have a look at you,' observed Sponge, adding, 'do you take in
horses?'
'Yours, of course,' replied Mr. Puffington, bowing; adding something about
great public characters, which Sponge didn't understand.
'I'll be down upon you, as the extinguisher said to the rushlight,'
observed Mr. Sponge.
'Do,' said Mr. Puffington; 'come before the frost. Where are you staying
now?'
'I'm at Jawleyford's,' replied our friend.


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