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About eleven o'clock, upon the following Sunday morning Tom Skelton was sitting upon one of the seats on the Esplanade at Southend seemingly at peace with all the world and very pleased with himself.
He was munching assiduously at 'two pennoth' of shrimps, which he from time to time abstracted from a small brown-paper bag, and so tender, succulent and tasty were these little denizens of the vasty deep that he was devouring them, heads, tails, scales and all, with no qualms whatsoever that they would upset his digestion.