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Mr. Jawleyford's
indisposition preventing Jack making the announcement he was sent to do,
made it incumbent on him, as he argued, to see what could be done with the
alternative his lordship had proposed--namely, buying Sponge's horses. At
least. Jack salved his conscience over with the old plea of duty; and had
come to that conclusion as he again helped himself to the last glass in the
bottle.
'Would you like a little claret?' asked Sponge, with all the hospitality of
a host.
'No, hang your claret!' replied Jack.
'A little brandy, perhaps?' suggested Sponge.
'I shouldn't mind a glass of brandy,' replied Jack, 'by way of a nightcap.'
Spigot, at this moment entering to announce tea and coffee, was interrupted
in his oration by Sponge demanding some brandy.
'Sorry,' replied Spigot, pretending to be quite taken by surprise, 'very
sorry, sir--but, sir--master, sir--bed, sir--disturb him, sir.'
'Oh, dash it, never mind that!' exclaimed Jack; 'tell him Mr.
Sprag--Sprag--Spraggon' (the bottle of port beginning to make Jack rather
inarticulate)--'tell him Mr.


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