CHRISTOPHER IN HIS SPORTING JACKET 



than hydrophobia, leaping out of their skins, under 

 insanity from the scent, for Vulpes can hardly now 

 make a crawl of it; and ere he, they, whipper-in, or 

 any one of the other three demoniacs, have time to 

 look in one another's splashed faces, he is torn into a 

 thousand pieces, gobbled up in the general growl; and 

 smug, and smooth, and dry, and warm, and cozey, as 

 he was an hour and twenty-five minutes ago exactly, 

 in his furze bush in the cover he is now piecemeal 

 in about thirty distinct stomachs; and is he not, pray, 

 well off for sepulture ? 



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