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forehead, cover his eyes, and then he took off his hat 

 and dropped upon his knees, and bent nearly to the 

 rounded earth. When he stood up again, he kept the 

 hat in his left hand, and, his cane tapping hard upon 

 the soil, came through the gate, and passed me, unsee- 

 ing. There was a look of terror on his face that affected 

 me deeply. 



I crossed the road behind him, and walked swiftly to 

 the grave. My time was short. There I perceived that 

 the tombstone had just been raised, for the tools of the 

 cemetery keeper were near by. On a plain, white slab 

 of marble was the name, Morton David, and the date; 

 and below these, an inscription: 



Vengeance Is Mine 

 I Will Repay. 



This was what had frozen that look upon the face of 

 Llewellyn. The tupaupa that should haunt him was 

 this inscription. The old uncle who had loved the dead 

 man had well left it to God. 



I hurried away and back to the schooner. Lovaina 

 was sitting in her shabby surrey under the flamboyants, 

 the Dummy at the horse's head. Lying Bill was giving 

 orders for raising his bow anchor, and the loosening of 

 the shore lines. McHenry and Lieutenant L'Hermier 

 des Plantes shouted to me to come aboard. Lovaina 

 hugged me to her capacious bosom, the Dummy stroked 

 my back a moment, and I was off for the cannibal isles. 



