The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer — Volume 6 by Charles James Lever
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"Indeed!" "Nothing of the kind; I only came--to be away from home." "Oh! I perceive." "You're quite out there," said my companion, misinterpreting my meaning. "It wasn't any thing of that kind. I don't owe sixpence. I was laughed out of Ireland--that's all, though that same is bad enough." "Laughed out of it!" "Just so--and little you know of Ireland if that surprises you." After acknowledging that such an event was perfectly possible, from what I myself had seen of that country, I obtained the following very brief account of my companion's reasons for foreign travel: "Well, sir," began he, "it is about four months since I brought up to Dublin from Galway a little chesnut mare, with cropped ears and a short tail, square-jointed, and rather low--just what you'd call a smart hack for going to cover with--a lively thing on the road with a light weight. Nobody ever suspected that she was a clean bred thing--own sister to Jenny, that won the Corinthians, and ran second to Giles for the Riddlesworth--but so she was, and a better bred mare never leaped the pound in Ballinasloe. Well, I brought her to Dublin, and used to ride her out two or three times a week, making little matches sometimes to trot--and, for a thorough bred, she was a clipper at trotting--to trot a mile or so on the grass--another day to gallop the length of the nine |
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