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Watchorn would gladly have stopped too, for the fumes of the champagne were
dead within him, and the riding was becoming every minute more dangerous.
He trotted on, hoping each jump of brown boots would be the last, and
inwardly wishing the wearer at the devil. Thus he passed through a
considerable extent of country, over Harrowdale Lordship, or reputed
Lordship, past Roundington Tower, down Sloppyside Banks, and on to
Cheeseington Green; the severity of his affliction being alone mitigated by
the intervention of accommodating roads and lines of field gates. These,
however, Mr. Sponge generally declined, and went crashing on, now over high
places, now over low, just as they came in his way, closely followed by the
fair Lucy Glitters.
'Well, I never see'd sich a man as that!' exclaimed Watchorn, eyeing Mr.
Sponge clearing a stiff flight of rails, with a gap near at hand. 'Nor
woman nouther!' added he, as Miss Glitters did the like. 'Well, I'm dashed
if it arn't dangerous!' continued he, thumping his hand against his thick
thigh, as the white nearly slipped upon landing.
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