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Altogether, Mr. Sponge
thought he would do very well, and, having seen to his horse, proceeded to
choose between beef-steaks and mutton chops for his own entertainment, and
with the aid of the old country paper and some very questionable port, he
passed the evening in anticipation of the sports of the morrow.


CHAPTER XXIX
THE CROSS-ROADS AT DALLINGTON BURN

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When his lordship and Jack mounted their hacks in the morning to go to the
cross-roads at Dallington Burn, it was so dark that they could not see
whether they were on bays or browns. It was a dull, murky day, with heavy
spongy clouds overhead.
There had been a great deal of rain in the night, and the horses poached
and squashed as they went. Our sportsmen, however, were prepared as well
for what had fallen as for what might come; for they were encased in
enormously thick boots, with baggy overalls, and coats and waistcoats of
the stoutest and most abundant order. They had each a sack of a mackintosh
strapped on to their saddle fronts.


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