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ther, full of well-dissembled rage and scorn. My curling hair had been well-flattened down with a piece of soap, which I had in my pocket, and I had much more the appearance of a methodist parson than a pickpocket.
Some time previous to this, the frigate to which I belonged had been ordered on other services; and as I had no opportunity of joining her, I was placed, pro tempore, on board of another.
But as this chapter has already spun out its length, I shall refer my reader to the next for further particulars.
