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out of the hedge and take a look round, and then 

 as hounds were hard at him he broke covert. My 

 companions had not seen him, nor did they catch 

 sight of him till he was three parts of the way 

 down the field. Then promises were forgotten 

 and the two ladies holloaed lustily— they had 

 powerful soprano voices ; the fox heard and 

 hesitated for a minute, some tail hounds came up 

 and got a view at him, and he was chopped. The 

 huntsman said nothing, but he looked. Need I 

 add that the ladies were jubilant and wondered at 

 my silence and generally depressed appearance ? 

 That huntsman's look haunts me yet when I think 

 of it. 



