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'Shouldn't wonder!' exclaimed Jack.
'_Meet him!_' snapped his lordship; 'I'd go ten miles to avoid him.'
'"Glad if you would meet him,"' repeated his lordship, returning to the
letter, and reading as follows: '"If you bring a couple of nags or so we
can put them up, and you may get a wrinkle or two from Bragg." A wrinkle or
two from Bragg! 'exclaimed his lordship, dropping the letter and rolling in
his chair with laughter. 'A wrinkle or two from Bragg!--he--he--he--he! The
idea of a wrinkle or two from Bragg!--haw--haw--haw--haw!
'That beats cockfightin',' observed Jack, squinting frightfully.
'Doesn't it?' replied his lordship. 'The man who's so brimful of science
that he doesn't kill above three brace of foxes in a season.'
'Which Puff calls thirty,' observed Jack.
'Th-i-r-ty!' exclaimed his lordship, adding, 'I'll lay he'll not kill
thirty in ten years.'
His lordship then picked the letter from the floor, and resumed where he
had left off.
'"I expect you will meet Tom Washball, Lumpleg, and Charley Slapp.


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