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 blue cloth, coming out of the door with a smile on his face, and a capital imitation of a sailor's walk.

"Here you are!" he cried; "and the doctor came last night from London. Bravo!—the ship's company complete."

"Oh, sir," cried I, "when do we sail?"

"Sail!" says he. 'We sail to-morrow."