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Meantime
the
two
gentlemen
inside
,
who
were
little
disposed
to
sleep
,
beguiled
the
time
with
conversation
.
As
both
were
anxious
and
expectant
,
it
naturally
turned
upon
the
subject
of
their
expedition
,
on
the
manner
in
which
it
had
been
brought
about
,
and
on
the
hopes
and
fears
they
entertained
respecting
it
.
Of
the
former
they
had
many
,
of
the
latter
few
—
none
perhaps
beyond
that
indefinable
uneasiness
which
is
inseparable
from
suddenly
awakened
hope
,
and
protracted
expectation
.
In
one
of
the
pauses
of
their
discourse
,
and
when
half
the
night
had
worn
away
,
the
single
gentleman
,
who
had
gradually
become
more
and
more
silent
and
thoughtful
,
turned
to
his
companion
and
said
abruptly
:
‘
Are
you
a
good
listener
?
’
‘
Like
most
other
men
,
I
suppose
,
’
returned
Mr
Garland
,
smiling
.
‘
I
can
be
,
if
I
am
interested
;
and
if
not
interested
,
I
should
still
try
to
appear
so
.
Why
do
you
ask
?
’
‘
I
have
a
short
narrative
on
my
lips
,
’
rejoined
his
friend
,
‘
and
will
try
you
with
it
.
It
is
very
brief
.
’
Pausing
for
no
reply
,
he
laid
his
hand
on
the
old
gentleman
’
s
sleeve
,
and
proceeded
thus
:
‘
There
were
once
two
brothers
,
who
loved
each
other
dearly
.
There
was
a
disparity
in
their
ages
—
some
twelve
years
.
I
am
not
sure
but
they
may
insensibly
have
loved
each
other
the
better
for
that
reason
.
Wide
as
the
interval
between
them
was
,
however
,
they
became
rivals
too
soon
.
The
deepest
and
strongest
affection
of
both
their
hearts
settled
upon
one
object
.
‘
The
youngest
—
there
were
reasons
for
his
being
sensitive
and
watchful
—
was
the
first
to
find
this
out
.
I
will
not
tell
you
what
misery
he
underwent
,
what
agony
of
soul
he
knew
,
how
great
his
mental
struggle
was
.
He
had
been
a
sickly
child
.
His
brother
,
patient
and
considerate
in
the
midst
of
his
own
high
health
and
strength
,
had
many
and
many
a
day
denied
himself
the
sports
he
loved
,
to
sit
beside
his
couch
,
telling
him
old
stories
till
his
pale
face
lighted
up
with
an
unwonted
glow
;
to
carry
him
in
his
arms
to
some
green
spot
,
where
he
could
tend
the
poor
pensive
boy
as
he
looked
upon
the
bright
summer
day
,
and
saw
all
nature
healthy
but
himself
;
to
be
,
in
any
way
,
his
fond
and
faithful
nurse
.
I
may
not
dwell
on
all
he
did
,
to
make
the
poor
,
weak
creature
love
him
,
or
my
tale
would
have
no
end
.
But
when
the
time
of
trial
came
,
the
younger
brother
’
s
heart
was
full
of
those
old
days
.
Heaven
strengthened
it
to
repay
the
sacrifices
of
inconsiderate
youth
by
one
of
thoughtful
manhood
.
He
left
his
brother
to
be
happy
.
The
truth
never
passed
his
lips
,
and
he
quitted
the
country
,
hoping
to
die
abroad
.
