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DEAN MAHOMET.
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Nothing could exceed my ambition of leading a ſoldier's life: the notion of carrying arms, and living in a camp, could not be eaſily removed: my fond mother's entreaties were of no avail: I grew anxious for the moment that would bring the military Officers by our door. Whenever I perceived their route, I inſtantly followed them; ſometimes to the Raja's palace, where I had free acceſs, and ſometimes to a fine tennis court, generally frequented by them in the evenings which was built by Col. Champion, at the back of his houſe, in a large open ſquare, called Merſevillekeebarig: here, among other Gentlemen, I one day, diſcovered Mr. Baker, and often paſſed by him,
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