Here goes. "I am not, by Heaven!" replied Sheppard, firmly. It wouldn’t be you. Arrived at her side, it was soon evident, from the throng of seamen in Dutch dresses that displayed themselves, that her crew were on the alert, and a rope having been thrown down to the skipper, he speedily hoisted himself on deck. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. She came into the room. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. "It is addressed to my mother," he added, as his eye glanced rapidly over it, "and by my father.
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