chapter  III
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THE HOME OF THE MAHARAJAH OF TRAVANCORE

I made halt for a week in the damp, green island of Ceylon, to which the French steamer had brought me ; then last night I crossed the ever-raging Gulf of Manar in a poor coasting vessel; since then I have travelled all day to this village, where I am met by an envoy of His Highness the Maharajah of Travancore, who quarters me in a little white house standing amidst shady trees.