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I did as I was ordered; and on coming back found master in what's called, I think, the greffe of the prisn.

The officer in waiting had out a great register, and was talking to master in the French tongue, in coarse; a number of poar prisners were looking eagerly on.
"Let us see, my lor," says he; "the debt is 98,700 francs; there are capture expenses, interest so much; and the whole sum amounts to a hundred thousand francs, moins 13." Deuceace, in a very myjestic way, takes out of his pocketbook four thowsnd pun notes.

"This is not French money, but I presume that you know it, M.Greffier," says he.
The greffier turned round to old Solomon, a money-changer, who had one or two clients in the prisn, and hapnd luckily to be there.

"Les billets sont bons," says he.