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was here he kept his horses and hounds, and himself too when
business connected with his sporting life did not take him to
town. It was now the middle of August and he had come to Tally-ho
Lodge, there to look after his establishments, to make
arrangements for cub-hunting, and to prepare for the autumn racing
campaign. On this occasion Captain Green was enjoying his
hospitality and assisting him by sage counsels. Behind the little
box was a little garden,--a garden that was very little; but,
still, thus close to the parlour window, there was room for a
small table to be put on the grass-plat, and for a couple of
armchairs. Here the Major and the Captain were seated about eight
o'clock one evening, with convivial good things within their
reach. The good things were gin-and-water and pipes. The two
gentlemen had not dressed strictly for dinner. They had spent a
great part of the day handling the hounds and the horses, dressing
wounds, curing sores, and ministering to canine ailments, and had
been detained over their work too long to think of their toilet.
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