A swarm of tiny home-built sloops tugged at Prince George Wharf in Nassau one morning last week, bobbing lazily on the swells. For days the native grapevine had hummed through the outer islands of the Bahamas, carrying the news that "the King" was coming. Loyal island blackamoors streamed in to see him, unaware that the King was now only a Duke. In a tangle of livestock, cooking utensils and wriggling-black babies, they sat on their crowded decks, awaiting the "Rejoicin' Day."
By 9:15 that day had begun. The Duke & Duchess of Windsor walked slowly down the gangplank of the Canadian liner...
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