But what did they intend?
From across the harbour the bells of Troy were ringing madly.
The Major shut his teeth.

If this were indeed the town's fashion of welcoming him, well and good! If it were a mistake--a practical joke (but why should it be either ?)--he had not long to wait for his revenge.

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Let _The Plymouth and Dock Telegraph_ narrate, in its own succinct language, what followed: "The Corsican tyrant coming to grief in an attempt to elude the righteous wrath of his pursuers, another impersonator was speedily found, with the additional touch of a wooden leg, which was generally voted to be artistic.