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'Well, if you think so,' said Jack, pulling out his cigar-case, or rather
his lordship's, and staggering to the chimney-piece for a match, though
there was a candle at his elbow, 'I'll have a pipe.'
'So'll I,' said Sponge, 'if you'll give me a cigar.' 'Much yours as mine,'
replied Jack, handing him his lordship's richly embroidered case with
coronets and ciphers on either side, the gift of one of the many would-be
Lady Scamperdales.
'Want a light!' hiccuped Jack, who had now got a glow-worm end to his.
'Thanks,' said Sponge, availing himself of the friendly overture.
Our friends now whiffed and puffed away together--whiffing and puffing
where whiffing and puffing had never been known before. The brandy began to
disappear pretty quickly; it was better than the wine.
'That's a n--n--nice--ish horse of yours,' stammered Jack, as he mixed
himself a second tumbler.
'Which?' asked Sponge.
'The bur--bur--brown,' spluttered Jack.
'He is _that_,' replied Sponge; 'best horse in this country by far.'
'The che--che--chest--nut's not a ba--ba--bad un.


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