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grew worse, till at last all four went at once, like the limbs of a Peter
Waggey, when, throwing himself forward with a violent effort, he awoke;
and finding his horse was not a-top of him, as he thought, he gave vent to
his feelings in the following ejaculations:
'Oh, Jack, I'm onhappy!' exclaimed he. 'I'm distressed!' continued he. 'I'm
wretched!' added he, slapping his knees. 'I'm perfectly _miserable_!' he
concluded, with a strong emphasis on the 'miserable.'
'What's the matter?' asked Jack, who was half-asleep himself.

[Illustration: HIS LORDSHIP AND JACK]
'Oh, that Mister Something!--he'll be the death of me!' observed his
lordship.
'I thought so,' replied Jack; 'what's the chap been after now?'
'I dreamt he'd killed old Lablache--best hound I have,' replied his
lordship.
'He be ----,' grunted Jack.
'Ah, it's all very well for you to say "he be this" and "he be that," but I
can tell you what, that fellow is going to be a very awkward customer--a
terrible thorn in my side.'
'Humph!' grunted Jack, who didn't see how.


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