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But
have
we
any
leisure
for
a
description
of
Brighton
?
--
for
Brighton
,
a
clean
Naples
with
genteel
lazzaroni
--
for
Brighton
,
that
always
looks
brisk
,
gay
,
and
gaudy
,
like
a
harlequin
's
jacket
--
for
Brighton
,
which
used
to
be
seven
hours
distant
from
London
at
the
time
of
our
story
;
which
is
now
only
a
hundred
minutes
off
;
and
which
may
approach
who
knows
how
much
nearer
,
unless
Joinville
comes
and
untimely
bombards
it
?
"
What
a
monstrous
fine
girl
that
is
in
the
lodgings
over
the
milliner
's
,
"
one
of
these
three
promenaders
remarked
to
the
other
;
"
Gad
,
Crawley
,
did
you
see
what
a
wink
she
gave
me
as
I
passed
?
"
"
Do
n't
break
her
heart
,
Jos
,
you
rascal
,
"
said
another
.
"
Do
n't
trifle
with
her
affections
,
you
Don
Juan
!
"
"
Get
away
,
"
said
Jos
Sedley
,
quite
pleased
,
and
leering
up
at
the
maid-servant
in
question
with
a
most
killing
ogle
.
Jos
was
even
more
splendid
at
Brighton
than
he
had
been
at
his
sister
's
marriage
.
He
had
brilliant
under-waistcoats
,
any
one
of
which
would
have
set
up
a
moderate
buck
.
He
sported
a
military
frock-coat
,
ornamented
with
frogs
,
knobs
,
black
buttons
,
and
meandering
embroidery
.
He
had
affected
a
military
appearance
and
habits
of
late
;
and
he
walked
with
his
two
friends
,
who
were
of
that
profession
,
clinking
his
boot-spurs
,
swaggering
prodigiously
,
and
shooting
death-glances
at
all
the
servant
girls
who
were
worthy
to
be
slain
.
"
What
shall
we
do
,
boys
,
till
the
ladies
return
?
"
the
buck
asked
.
The
ladies
were
out
to
Rottingdean
in
his
carriage
on
a
drive
.
"
Let
's
have
a
game
at
billiards
,
"
one
of
his
friends
said
--
the
tall
one
,
with
lacquered
mustachios
.
"
No
,
dammy
;
no
,
Captain
,
"
Jos
replied
,
rather
alarmed
.
"
No
billiards
to-day
,
Crawley
,
my
boy
;
yesterday
was
enough
.
"
"
You
play
very
well
,
"
said
Crawley
,
laughing
.
"
Do
n't
he
,
Osborne
?
How
well
he
made
that-five
stroke
,
eh
?
"
"
Famous
,
"
Osborne
said
.
"
Jos
is
a
devil
of
a
fellow
at
billiards
,
and
at
everything
else
,
too
.
I
wish
there
were
any
tiger-hunting
about
here
!
we
might
go
and
kill
a
few
before
dinner
.
(
There
goes
a
fine
girl
!
what
an
ankle
,
eh
,
Jos
?
)
Tell
us
that
story
about
the
tiger-hunt
,
and
the
way
you
did
for
him
in
the
jungle
--
it
's
a
wonderful
story
that
,
Crawley
.
"
Here
George
Osborne
gave
a
yawn
.
"
It
's
rather
slow
work
,
"
said
he
,
"
down
here
;
what
shall
we
do
?
"
"
Shall
we
go
and
look
at
some
horses
that
Snaffler
's
just
brought
from
Lewes
fair
?
"
Crawley
said
.
