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It deprived him of a seventh part of 

 his hunting. He was a shrivelled, thin, 

 hard-looking, little old man, and I have 

 never yet set eyes on another who 

 looked so much as if he had been 

 born on horseback, and never been off 

 all his life. 



He had a very squeaky voice ; and 

 many's the time I and some mates have 

 galloped past him on our ponies in a 

 muddy ride, and splashed him well on 

 purpose to hear him swear. He used 

 to sort of squeal the words out; it was 

 lovely to hear them float on the breeze 

 as we made tracks round the corner 

 pretty sharp. He was a gallant and 

 enthusiastic old sportsman, and rode the 

 very best of blood-hunters of the com- 

 pact type. Lord Henry died at Tath- 

 well, an outlying estate of Mr. Chaplin's, 

 after shooting one day; and there v/as 



