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for the horse, though, in this infernal country 

 — bleedin' to death under a furze-bush some- 

 where, and no wonder, when they make 

 their fences out of razors and porridge.*' 



" Glasgow goes well," remarked Lady 

 Susan, in a lower voice, eying Mr. Glasgow 

 where he stood talking to a countryman. 

 " I was very glad he was there to give me a 

 lead — you weren't much good to me. Bunny 

 dear ! " 



*' Would it be putting too much delay on 

 your ladyship to send for a tarrier ? " said 

 Danny-0, the huntsman, approaching Lady 

 Susan ; ** there's one Dinny Hegarty that 

 lives back on the hill here, and they say 

 he have a grand dog." 



Lady Susan listened in bewilderment to 

 this request. 



"Oh, certainly. I don't know what he 

 wants," she continued in her strident 

 soprano, to Mr. Glasgow ; "I wish Hugh 

 would come and look after his own hounds, 

 / can't speak Irish." 



'* I saw Captain French having rather a 



