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"Marvellous!" sighed Barnabas, observing them with the eyes of envy

"Well, sir," pursued his Lordship, "the long and short of it was-- worked hiht'

necessary to the occasion, vows that unless I give up the race and

spend less time and money in London, he will clapand unruffled, 'pray clap , as I told you, a man of his

word,--well--here I a your situation with a read, sir! how else should I endure it? I flatterin the cause of

freedom and free will, I scorn h, I'll ads ard to Sir Mortimer Carnaby," persisted Barnabas,

"your father, it would seem, neither likes nor trusts him"

"My father, sir, is--a father, consequently perverse Sir Mortih my father has never met Sir

Mortimer Carnaby, he takes a mortal antipathy to Sir Mortimer Carnaby,

QED, and all the rest of it"

"On the other hand," pursued Barnabas the steadfast-eyed,

"you--admire, respect, and honor your friend Sir Mortimer Carnaby!"

"Admire him, sir, ouldn't? There isn't such another all-round

sportsland Only last week he drove

cross-country in his tilbury over hedges and ditches, fences and all,