Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . rew, said , pointing to a man in a rusty Bath-bricky scarlet, riding abadly-clipped ewe-necked dun. Hes unted all his life, they say,and never given a copper to ounds, always declarin that each seasonwas to be his last. And, by the way, reminds me, continued , turning short on his secretary, ow do the chaps buck upnow that theyve got wot they want in the way of an untsman ? Why, only very middling, Im sorry to say, Sir, replied Somehow or other, I never can find a man with anymoney in his pocket. Its always, Oh, Ill pay
Handley Cross; or, MrJorrock's hunt . rew, said , pointing to a man in a rusty Bath-bricky scarlet, riding abadly-clipped ewe-necked dun. Hes unted all his life, they say,and never given a copper to ounds, always declarin that each seasonwas to be his last. And, by the way, reminds me, continued , turning short on his secretary, ow do the chaps buck upnow that theyve got wot they want in the way of an untsman ? Why, only very middling, Im sorry to say, Sir, replied Somehow or other, I never can find a man with anymoney in his pocket. Its always, Oh, Ill pay you next time wemeet, or * I spose youll be out on Monday, when I will bring my*ibscription,—but the happy day never comes. Well, but thats all nonsense, ejaculated Mr. Jorrocks, thatsall nonsense. Wont do in a commercial country like this, at leastonly for landowners, and folks wot dont understand ow moneymakes money. Ill tell ye wot ye must do, continued Mr. Jorrocks, Ill tell ye wot you must do, repeated he, boiling up, you must. HURT! MO, SIR-RATHER THE CONTRARY! OR, MR. JORROCKSS HUNT. 37« get a set of hinterest tables, and charge every man Jack on ern fiveper cent, from the day the subscription becomes due. Well, Sir, what you think right, replied Mr. Fleeceall. Well, I thinks that right, retorted Mr. Jorrocks, adding : if Iwas to get over the left wi Bullock and Ulker, dye spose theywouldnt charge me five per cent., or may be more ? Theyd bewerry unlike bankers i general if they didnt. Why should I givetick wi the ounds ? Certainly not, Sir ; certainly not, replied Fleeceall. The mis-fortin is, that every man thinks what he owes is of no , there is Mr. Gillyflower coming up, as though the county wasall his own, pointing to a stylish young gentleman cantering alongon a white cover hack, attired in a spic and span new scarlet coat,with patent leather fisherman boots coming half up his thighs, andpuffing large clouds of smoke as he went ; he is down for twe
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