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Owen let the launch go puffing to the land, bearing with it—a white figure among the bow cushions—all the good, all the gain of the Orient. He stood and formed a plan.

At the foot of the bridge-ladder he found the Captain, mollified by the happy effects of epigram, oratory, command, and a  with the Customs Officer.

"Good-bye, sir, I've had a pleasant voyage," said Scarlett; and when they had shaken hands—"By the way, what's wrong with that fellow Borkman? I meant to ask before—"

The ruddy little Captain rested his gaze upon the spire of a distant wat, and meditated, as if the secret were impaled on the pinnacle. "His damned ubiquity, for one thing," he