Note 09 — Chapter XV · WHICH RECOUNTS THE TRIALS OF A DEVOUT LOVER.
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“I’faith, Mr Hastings, you’re an insolent dog!” he cried. “How dare you send your commands to your superior officer, sir? I was but just sitting down to my dinner when up comes your blackfellow with, ‘Hasteen Siab’s compliments, and will the Captain Siab[09] wait on him immediately?’ Sure you’ll have to learn that you en’t President of Bengal yet.”