'Have a slice of 'ot 'am,' suggested Captain Quod.
'The finest run I ever rode!' observed Mr. Sponge, still endeavouring to
get a hearing.
'Dare say it would,' replied Sir Harry;' those (hiccup) hounds of mine are
uncommon (hiccup).' He didn't know what they were, and the hiccup came very
opportunely.
'The pace was terrific!' exclaimed Sponge.
'Dare say it would,' replied Sir Harry; 'and that's what makes me (hiccup)
you're so (hiccup). Pea, here, has some rare old October--(hiccup) bushels
to the (hiccup) hogshead.' 'It's capital!' exclaimed Captain Seedeybuck,
frothing himself a tumblerful out of the tall brown jug.
'So is this,' rejoined Captain Quod, pouring himself out a liberal
allowance of gin.
'That horse of mine carried me MAG_nificently_!' observed Mr. Sponge, with
a commanding emphasis on the MAG.
'Dare say he would,' replied Sir Harry; 'he looked like a (hiccup)er--a
white 'un, wasn't he?'
'No; a _brown_,' replied Mr. Sponge, disgusted at the mistake.
'Ah, well; but there _was_ somebody on a white,' replied Sir Harry.
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