"Put him into the Royal Navy," said the Admiral. "The King wants chips of old blocks like you.",
"Stop your blarney, Harry. I tell you I'll give you no more whisky, and by ding! that goes!",
"Me—Thomas Hanlin," was the answer, and a sailor made two or three steps and stood close to Old Jim..
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