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About noon -- I saw no one but blacks in the meanwhile -- the Captain came with a letter. "From Sir Robert -- catch!" said he. I tore it open. A single sheet of note enclosed a cheque signed in blank. "Dear Dr. Pinsent," ran the letter. "You will find that my signature will be honoured for any sum it may please you to put upon my life in your esteem. Permit me to express a hope that you will not hurt my vanity in your selection of numerals.
"Sincerely yours, ROBERT OTTLEY."