Richard Sharpe:
What are you smiling at, Fredrickson?
Frederickson:
I'm not smiling, sir. A musket ball broke my jaw. I have false teeth. The sawbones stuck on the smile for free, sir. He also stuck on my hair. Hair belongs to a horse.
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