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128 his industrious boatswain.) ’Tis said they find Smee lovable. But an hour agone I found him letting the youngest of them try on his spectacles. Pathetic Smee, the Nonconformist pirate, a happy smile upon his face because he thinks they fear him! How can I break it to him that they think him lovable? No, bi-carbonate of Soda, no, not even (Another rending of the calico disturbs him, and he has a private consultation with '', who turns him round and evidently assures him that all is well. The peroration of his speech is nevertheless for ever lost, as eight bells strikes and his crew pour forth in bacchanalian orgy. From the poop he watches their dance till it frets him beyond bearing.) Quiet, you dogs, or I’ll cast anchor in you! (He descends to a barrel on which there are playing-cards, and his crew stand waiting, as ever, like whipped curs.'') Are all the prisoners chained, so that they can’t fly away?

. Ay, ay, Captain.

. Then hoist them up.

(raising the door of the hold). Tumble up, you ungentlemanly lubbers.

(The terrified boys are prodded up and