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'Are they all gone?' asked Mr. Puffington, dropping his
boiled-gooseberry-looking eyes upon the fine-flowered carpet.
'All gone, sir--all gone,' replied Mr. Plummey; 'all except Mr. Sponge.'
'Oh, he's still here!' replied Mr. Puffington, shuddering with disgust at
the recollection of the newspaper run. 'Is he going to-day?' asked he.
'No, sir--I dare say not, sir,' replied Mr. Plummey. 'His man--his
groom--his--whatever he calls him, expects they'll be staying some time.'
'The deuce!' exclaimed Mr. Puffington, whose hospitality, like
Jawleyford's, was greater in imagination than in reality.
'Shall I take these things away?' asked Plummey, after a pause.
'Couldn't you manage to get him to go?' asked Mr. Puffington, still harping
on his remaining guest.
'Don't know, sir. I could try, sir--believe he's bad to move, sir,' replied
Plummey, with a grin.
'Is he really?' replied Mr. Puffington, alarmed lest Sponge should fasten
himself upon him for good.
'They say so,' replied Mr. Plummey, 'but I don't speak from any personal
knowledge, for I know nothing of the man.


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