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'Do they?' replied Sponge, taking out another cigar. Mr. Plummey then
withdrew, and presently went upstairs to report progress, or rather want of
progress, to the gentleman whom he sometimes condescended to call 'master.'
Mr. Puffington had been taking another spell at the paper, and we need
hardly say that the more he read of the run the less he liked it.
'Ah, that's Mr. Sponge's handiwork,' observed Plummey, as with a sneer of
disgust Mr. Puffington threw the paper from him as Plummey entered the
room.
'How do you know?' asked Mr. Puffington.
'Saw it, sir--saw it in the letter-bag going to the post.'
'Indeed!' replied Mr. Puffington.
'Mr. Spraggon and he did it after they came in from hunting.'
'I thought as much,' replied Mr. Puffington, in disgust.
Mr. Plummey then related how unsuccessful had been his attempts to get rid
of the now most unwelcome guest. Mr. Puffington listened with attention,
determined to get rid of him somehow or other. Plummey was instructed to
ply Sponge well with hints, all of which, however, Mr.


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