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They then floundered on again for some time further as before.
'Shouldn't wonder if we have a large field,' at length observed Jack,
bringing his hack alongside his lordship's.
'Shouldn't wonder if Puff himself was to come--all over brooches and rings
as usual,' replied his lordship.
'And Charley Slapp, I'll be bund to say,' observed Jack. 'He a regular
hanger-on of Puff's.'
'Ass, that Slapp,' said his lordship; 'hate the sight of him!'
'So do I,' replied Jack, adding, 'hate a hanger-on!'
'There are the hounds,' said his lordship, as they now approached Culverton
Dean, and a line of something white was discernible travelling the
zig-zagging road on the opposite side.
'Are they, think you?' replied Jack, staring through his great spectacles;
'are they, think you? It looks to me more like a flock of sheep.'
'I believe you're right,' said his lordship, staring too; 'indeed, I hear
the dog. The hounds, however, can't be far ahead.'
They then drew into single file to take the broken horse-track through the
steep woody dean.


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