‘Stephen,’ said Jack earnestly, ‘be a good fellow for once, will you now, and humour me? I should be really unhappy if one of my officers dined in an enemy town, looking anything but trim. It could be taken that he was beat, and had no pride in the service.’
‘Very well,’ said Stephen, and took up the razor.
Trim, shaved and brushed, he hurried
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