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- “What are you, ‘busin’ that ’ere garment for?” cried an old
sheet-anchor-man. “Don’t you see it’s a ‘uniform mustering
jacket’—three buttons on one side, and none on t’other?”
“Silence!” again cried the auctioneer. “How much, my sea-fencibles, for
this superior old jacket?”
“Well,” said Grummet, “I’ll take it for cleaning-rags at one cent.”
“Oh, come, give us a bid! say something, Colombians.”
“Well, then,” said Grummet, all at once bursting into genuine
indignation, “if you want us to say something, then heave that bunch of
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