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In a few moments, we were paraded in the frigate's gangway; the first lieutenant-an elderly yellow-faced officer, in an ill-cut coat and tarnished gold lace-coming up, and frowning upon us.
This gentleman's head was a mere bald spot; his legs, sticks; in short, his whole physical vigour seemed exhausted in the production of one enormous moustache. Old Gamboge, as he was forthwith christened, now received a paper from the consul; and, opening it, proceeded to compare the goods delivered with the invoice.