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the scale in which he takes his seat ; but it yields not to an 

 additional 2 Ibs. of counterpoise. The ' All right ' goes forth, 

 and the triumph is complete. 



Outside Lord Olim, having shaken hands with Mat, and 

 decorously received numerous congratulations, gazes thought- 

 fully after the chestnut Paul, who is being led away under a 

 strong escort of jubilant stable-boys, then suddenly looking up 

 at his ancient and intimate ally, says, ' What a blessing it is ! ' 

 and pauses. Sir Laudator cynically completes the sentence : 

 'To be able to count your Two Thousand Chickens all the 

 winter, eh, my boy? 5 'No,' rejoins his lordship, 'to be able 

 to turn one's undivided attention to the Cambridgeshire.' 





