ME. SPONGE'S SPORTING TOUR. 



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CHAPTER XIII. 



AN OLD FRIEND. 



PORTRAIT OF LORD BULLFI 



FOF.MLKLY <i\VM;K OF IlERl UI.Fs. 



About a fortnight after the above catastrophe, and as the 

 recollection of it was nearly effaced by Miss Jumpheavy's abduc- 

 tion of Ensign Downley, our friend, Mr. Waffles, on visiting his 

 stud at the four o'clock stable-hour, found a most respectable, 

 middle-aged, rosy-gilled, better-sort-of-farmer-looking man, 

 straddling his tight drab-trousered legs, with a twisted ash planfc 



