Royalty was arriving in the harbour in a steam-yacht. It had, that is, already arrived in the harbour; it was now disembarking on the pier. It was an interesting event. An edified crowd watched it; representatives of the Press jotted down their impressions; some took photographs. A few drew pictures instead. The representative of the _Marchese Peppino_, an illustrated paper widely perused in certain circles, drew pictures; one might gather that it was his intention to be funny, later, when he had leisure to amplify. _Marchese Peppino_ always had that intention, and its readers, whose judgment of humour was possibly, however, not of the most delicate or polished type, considered that it usual…
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