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last day of the season, when they did not kill before 

 seven o'clock, leaving oif thirty miles from kennels, 

 which hounds did not reach until twelve. 



The Hertfordshire, in short, is a country into which 

 little of the 'poetry of foxhunting enters. Its prose 

 is solid, and often pleasant : but it aims at no lofty 

 flights, and bases its chief merit on treating a difiicult 

 subject in a liberal and thorough spirit. 



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