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THE KING OF
them at a distance. They are the exiles of the Earth—and we have got to keep them so.
Third Man
I am going home, Grandpa; it is past midnight. [Goes out.
Enter a Band of Singers, singing.
All blacks and whites have lost their distinction
And have become red—red as the tinge of your feet.
Red is my bodice and red are my dreams,
My heart sways and trembles like a red lotus.
Grandfather
Excellent, my friends, splendid! So you had a really enjoyable time!
