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The Recollections of Geoffrey Hamlyn

CHAPTER XXVIII
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A Grand Seigneur is a very capital institution if he will only stay on his estates some part of the year." "Ay!" said Jim; who was a shrewd fellow in his way.

"They know that here, well enough: look at our Macarthurs and Wentworths,--but then they must be men, and not snobs, as the governor says." When they got home, they found Sam and Alice sitting in the verandah as comfortable as you please.
"Well," said Jim, "you are a nice lot! This is what you call kangaroo-hunting!" "Oh, you went too fast for us.

Have you killed ?" "Yes! out by the big swamp." "You have taken your time to get home then." "Poor Bolt is cut up, and we couldn't go out of a walk.

Now give us something to eat, will you, Alice ?" "Well, ring the bell and we will have lunch." But just as Jim rang the bell, there was a loud voice outside, and the three young men went out to see who it was, and found two horsemen in front of the door.
One, who was still sitting on his horse, was a darkhaired slight young man, Charles Hawker in fact, whom we know already, but the other, who had dismounted, and was leaning against his horse, was a highbred, delicate little fellow, to whom we have yet to be introduced.
He was a slight lad, perhaps not more than eighteen, with one of the pleasantest, handsomest faces of his own that you could wish to see, and also a very intellectual look about him, which impressed you at once with the idea that if he lived he would have made some sort of figure in life.

He was one of the greatest dandies, also, in those parts, and after the longest ride used to look as if he had been turned out of a bandbox.


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