I turned them back, and found the frontispiece.

It was covered with hastily scribbled signatures. There my friends

and messmates, along with many strangers, had written their names, as

the custom is. Yes, and heading them all, was my name, the name I had

formerly had, that is. It was not written, however, but penned in print:

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