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"Where are the gees of the Old Brigade?"
"Gone to a funeral, Sir," she said.
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[Illustration: HUNT STEEPLECHASE.
_Voice from the Crowd_ (_to sportsman whose horse has refused the brook_).
"NOW THEN, GUVNOR, WHAT YER AFRAID OF?--SPOILING THE FISHING?"]
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