At last, when the cloth had been drawn and the King's health drunk in a glass of port suited to a very young head, they took their coffee and ratafia biscuits (the sea-going equivalent of petits fours) in the great cabin.

[…]the dreame is certaine, and the interpretation thereof ſure.

The expression of his smile […] was one of profound melancholy—of a phaseless and unceasing gloom.

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