THE POMPONIUS EGO DAY 



'Certainly not, Sir; certainly not/ replied 

 Fleeceall. 'The misfortin is, that every man 

 thinks what he owes is of no importance. Now, 

 there is Mr. Gillyflower coming up, as though 

 the county was all his own,' pointing to a stylish 

 young gentleman cantering along on a white 

 cover hack, attired in a spic and span new 

 scarlet coat, with patent leather fisherman boots 

 coming half up his thighs, and puffing large clouds 

 of smoke as he went; 'he is down for twenty 

 guineas, and I carn't get a halfpenny of it.' 

 Just then Mr. Gillyflower spying the master as 

 he cantered along, pulled short up, and taking 

 his cigar from his lips, accosted Mr. Jorrocks 

 with 



' Holloa ! good-morning how are ye, old boy ? ' 



Mr. Jorrocks deigned no answer. 



' Here 's a fine hunting morning, Mr. Jorrocks,' 

 he continued in a somewhat subdued tone, seeing 

 our distinguished stranger. 



'A werry bad 'untin' mornin', I should say/ 

 replied Mr. Jorrocks, looking very irate, and 



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