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'I dare say I can s--s--s--sell them both, for that matter,' observed Jack,
encouraged by the promise.
'Well,' replied Sponge, 'I'll take the same for the chestnut; there isn't
the toss-up of a halfpenny for choice between them.'
'Well,' said Jack,' we'll s--s--s--see them next week.'
'Just so,' said Sponge.
'You r--r--ride well up to the h--h--hounds,' continued Jack; 'and let his
lordship s--s--see w--w--what they can do.'
'I will,' said Sponge, wishing he was at work.
'Never mind his rowing,' observed Jack; 'he c--c--can't help it.'
'Not I,' replied Sponge, puffing away at his cigar.
When men once begin to drink brandy-and-water (after wine) there's an end
of all note of time. Our friends--for we 'may now call them so,' sat sip,
sip, sipping--mix, mix, mixing; now strengthening, now weakening, now
warming, now flavouring, till they had not only finished the hot water but
a large jug of cold, that graced the centre of the table between two
frosted tumblers, and had nearly got through the brandy too.


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