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Hodson
laughed
too
,
and
then
looking
more
grave
and
nodding
his
head
,
said
,
"
I
'm
afraid
he
's
better
,
Sir
Pitt
.
He
was
out
on
his
pony
yesterday
,
looking
at
our
corn
.
"
"
Looking
after
his
tithes
,
hang
'
un
(
only
he
used
the
same
wicked
word
)
.
Will
brandy
and
water
never
kill
him
?
He
's
as
tough
as
old
whatdyecallum
--
old
Methusalem
.
"
Mr.
Hodson
laughed
again
.
"
The
young
men
is
home
from
college
.
They
've
whopped
John
Scroggins
till
he
's
well
nigh
dead
.
"
"
Whop
my
second
keeper
!
"
roared
out
Sir
Pitt
.
"
He
was
on
the
parson
's
ground
,
sir
,
"
replied
Mr.
Hodson
;
and
Sir
Pitt
in
a
fury
swore
that
if
he
ever
caught
'em
poaching
on
his
ground
,
he
'd
transport
'em
,
by
the
lord
he
would
.
However
,
he
said
,
"
I
've
sold
the
presentation
of
the
living
,
Hodson
;
none
of
that
breed
shall
get
it
,
I
war
'n
t
"
;
and
Mr.
Hodson
said
he
was
quite
right
:
and
I
have
no
doubt
from
this
that
the
two
brothers
are
at
variance
--
as
brothers
often
are
,
and
sisters
too
.
Do
n't
you
remember
the
two
Miss
Scratchleys
at
Chiswick
,
how
they
used
always
to
fight
and
quarrel
--
and
Mary
Box
,
how
she
was
always
thumping
Louisa
?
Presently
,
seeing
two
little
boys
gathering
sticks
in
the
wood
,
Mr.
Hodson
jumped
out
of
the
carriage
,
at
Sir
Pitt
's
order
,
and
rushed
upon
them
with
his
whip
.
"
Pitch
into
'em
,
Hodson
,
"
roared
the
baronet
;
"
flog
their
little
souls
out
,
and
bring
'em
up
to
the
house
,
the
vagabonds
;
I
'll
commit
'em
as
sure
as
my
name
's
Pitt
.
"
And
presently
we
heard
Mr.
Hodson
's
whip
cracking
on
the
shoulders
of
the
poor
little
blubbering
wretches
,
and
Sir
Pitt
,
seeing
that
the
malefactors
were
in
custody
,
drove
on
to
the
hall
.
All
the
servants
were
ready
to
meet
us
,
and
...
Here
,
my
dear
,
I
was
interrupted
last
night
by
a
dreadful
thumping
at
my
door
:
and
who
do
you
think
it
was
?
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
in
his
night-cap
and
dressing-gown
,
such
a
figure
!
As
I
shrank
away
from
such
a
visitor
,
he
came
forward
and
seized
my
candle
.
"
No
candles
after
eleven
o'clock
,
Miss
Becky
,
"
said
he
.
"
Go
to
bed
in
the
dark
,
you
pretty
little
hussy
"
(
that
is
what
he
called
me
)
,
"
and
unless
you
wish
me
to
come
for
the
candle
every
night
,
mind
and
be
in
bed
at
eleven
.
"
And
with
this
,
he
and
Mr.
Horrocks
the
butler
went
off
laughing
.
You
may
be
sure
I
shall
not
encourage
any
more
of
their
visits
.
They
let
loose
two
immense
bloodhounds
at
night
,
which
all
last
night
were
yelling
and
howling
at
the
moon
.
"
I
call
the
dog
Gorer
,
"
said
Sir
Pitt
;
"
he
's
killed
a
man
that
dog
has
,
and
is
master
of
a
bull
,
and
the
mother
I
used
to
call
Flora
;
but
now
I
calls
her
Aroarer
,
for
she
's
too
old
to
bite
.
Haw
,
haw
!
"
