out his uncle, drove out the author of his days? Here is at least

a tragedy four-square.

The king took us on board in his own gig, dressed for the occasion

in the naval uniform. He had little to say, he refused

refreshments, shook us briefly by the hand, and went ashore again.

That night the palm-tops of Apemama had dipped behind the sea, and

the schooner sailed solitary under the stars.

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