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When at length they rose to go to bed, it struck each man as he followed
his neighbour upstairs that the one before him walked very crookedly.


CHAPTER XXXVIII
A DAY WITH PUFFINGTON'S HOUNDS

Day dawned cheerfully. If there was rather more sun than the strict rules
of Beckford prescribe, still sunshine is not a thing to quarrel with under
any circumstances--certainly not for a gentleman to quarrel with who wants
his place seen to advantage on the occasion of a meet of hounds. Everything
at Hanby House was in apple-pie order. All the stray leaves that the
capricious wintry winds still kept raising from unknown quarters, and
whisking about the trim lawns, were hunted and caught, while a heavy roller
passed over the Kensington gravel, pressing out the hoof and wheelmarks of
the previous day. The servants were up betimes, preparing the house for
those that were in it, and a _dejeuner a la fourchette_ for chance
customers, from without.
They were equally busy at the stable. Although Mr. Bragg did profess such
indifference for Mr.


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