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'D'ye think an oss can't be ruined in
one night?--humph!'
'I'll risk it,' said Sponge.
'But I won't,' replied Leather, blowing the foam from the tankard, and
taking a long swig at the ale. 'I thinks I knows my duty to my gov'nor
better nor that,' continued he, setting it down. 'I'll not see his
waluable 'unters stowed away in pigsties--not I, indeed.'
The fact was. Leather had an invitation to sup with the servants at
Jawleyford Court that night, and he was not going to be done out of his
engagement, especially as Mr. Sponge only allowed him two shillings a day
for expenses wherever he was.
[Illustration: MR. LEATHER AND SPONGE HAVE A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION]
'Well, you're a cool hand, anyhow,' observed Mr. Sponge, quite taken by
surprise.
'Cool 'and, or not cool 'and,' replied Leather, munching away, 'I'll do my
duty to my master. I'm not one o' your coatless, characterless scamps wot
'ang about livery-stables ready to do anything they're bid. No sir, no,' he
continued, pronging another onion; '_I_ have some regard for the hinterest
o' my master.


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