Ah! I have bled for Greece.

I have spilt my blood in many lands, but the best was for my motherland!--Of England, for I became naturalized.

By bloody-hell-and-Waterloo, but I admire the English! They have guts, those English, and I am one of them! By the great horn spoon, yes, I became an Englishman at Bow Street one Monday morning, price Five Pounds.

I was lined up with the drunks and pick-pockets, and by Jumbo the magistrate mistook me for a thief! He would have given me six months without the option in another minute, but I had the good luck to remember how much money I had paid my witnesses.

The thought of paying that for nothing--worse than nothing, for six months in jail!--in an English jail!--pick oakum!--eat skilly!--that thought brought me to my senses.