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Moini
Loungga
hardly
looked
at
all
these
people
,
and
walked
,
keeping
his
limbs
apart
,
as
if
the
ground
were
rolling
and
pitching
.
He
walked
in
this
manner
,
or
rather
he
rolled
in
the
midst
of
waves
of
slaves
,
and
if
the
traders
feared
that
he
might
take
a
notion
to
apportion
some
of
the
prisoners
to
himself
,
the
latter
would
no
less
dread
falling
into
the
power
of
such
a
brute
.
Negoro
had
not
left
Alvez
for
a
moment
,
and
in
his
company
presented
his
homage
to
the
king
.
Both
conversed
in
the
native
language
,
if
,
however
,
that
word
"
converse
"
can
be
used
of
a
conversation
in
which
Moini
Loungga
only
took
part
by
monosyllables
that
hardly
found
a
passage
through
his
drunken
lips
.
And
still
,
did
he
not
ask
his
friend
,
Alvez
,
to
renew
his
supply
of
brandy
just
exhausted
by
large
libations
?
"
King
Loungga
is
welcome
to
the
market
of
Kazounde
,
"
said
the
trader
.
"
I
am
thirsty
,
"
replied
the
monarch
.
"
He
will
take
his
part
in
the
business
of
the
great
'
lakoni
,
'
"
added
Alvez
.
"
Drink
!
"
replied
Moini
Loungga
.
"
My
friend
Negoro
is
happy
to
see
the
King
of
Kazounde
again
,
after
such
a
long
absence
.
"
"
Drink
!
"
repeated
the
drunkard
,
whose
whole
person
gave
forth
a
disgusting
odor
of
alcohol
.
