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CHAPTER XI.
A GENERAL POST DELIVERY.
I was a free man when I went out of the court; but I was a beggar—I, Captain Stubbs, of the bold North Bungays, did not know where I could get a bed or a dinner.
As I was marching sadly down Portugal street, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a rough voice which I knew well.
"Vell, Mr. Stobbs, have I not kept my promise? I told you dem boots would be your ruin."
I was much too miserable to reply; and only cast up my eyes towards the roofs of the houses, which I could not see for the tears.
"Vat! you begin to gry and blobber like a shild? you vood marry, vood you, and noting vood do for you
