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David
was
now
firmly
convinced
that
he
had
once
been
wrecked
on
an
island
,
while
Oliver
passed
his
days
in
dubiety
.
They
used
to
argue
it
out
together
and
among
their
friends
.
As
I
unfolded
the
story
Oliver
listened
with
an
open
knife
in
his
hand
,
and
David
who
was
not
allowed
to
have
a
knife
wore
a
pirate-string
round
his
waist
.
Irene
in
her
usual
interfering
way
objected
to
this
bauble
and
dropped
disparaging
remarks
about
wrecked
islands
which
were
little
to
her
credit
.
I
was
for
defying
her
,
but
David
,
who
had
the
knack
of
women
,
knew
a
better
way
;
he
craftily
proposed
that
we
"
should
let
Irene
in
,
"
in
short
,
should
wreck
her
,
and
though
I
objected
,
she
proved
a
great
success
and
recognised
the
yucca
filamentosa
by
its
long
narrow
leaves
the
very
day
she
joined
us
.
Thereafter
we
had
no
more
scoffing
from
Irene
,
who
listened
to
the
story
as
hotly
as
anybody
.
This
encouraged
us
in
time
to
let
in
David
's
father
and
mother
,
though
they
never
knew
it
unless
he
told
them
,
as
I
have
no
doubt
he
did
.
They
were
admitted
primarily
to
gratify
David
,
who
was
very
soft-hearted
and
knew
that
while
he
was
on
the
island
they
must
be
missing
him
very
much
at
home
.
So
we
let
them
in
,
and
there
was
no
part
of
the
story
he
liked
better
than
that
which
told
of
the
joyous
meeting
.
We
were
in
need
of
another
woman
at
any
rate
,
someone
more
romantic
looking
than
Irene
,
and
Mary
,
I
can
assure
her
now
,
had
a
busy
time
of
it
.
She
was
constantly
being
carried
off
by
cannibals
,
and
David
became
quite
an
adept
at
plucking
her
from
the
very
pot
itself
and
springing
from
cliff
to
cliff
with
his
lovely
burden
in
his
arms
.
There
was
seldom
a
Saturday
in
which
David
did
not
kill
his
man
.
I
shall
now
provide
the
proof
that
David
believed
it
all
to
be
as
true
as
true
.
It
was
told
me
by
Oliver
,
who
had
it
from
our
hero
himself
.
I
had
described
to
them
how
the
savages
had
tattooed
David
's
father
,
and
Oliver
informed
me
that
one
night
shortly
afterward
David
was
discovered
softly
lifting
the
blankets
off
his
father
's
legs
to
have
a
look
at
the
birds
and
reptiles
etched
thereon
.
Thus
many
months
passed
with
no
word
of
Pilkington
,
and
you
may
be
asking
where
he
was
all
this
time
.
Ah
,
my
friends
,
he
was
very
busy
fishing
,
though
I
was
as
yet
unaware
of
his
existence
.
Most
suddenly
I
heard
the
whirr
of
his
hated
reel
,
as
he
struck
a
fish
.
I
remember
that
grim
day
with
painful
vividness
,
it
was
a
wet
day
,
indeed
I
think
it
has
rained
for
me
more
or
less
ever
since
.
As
soon
as
they
joined
me
I
saw
from
the
manner
of
the
two
boys
that
they
had
something
to
communicate
.
Oliver
nudged
David
and
retired
a
few
paces
,
whereupon
David
said
to
me
solemnly
,
"
Oliver
is
going
to
Pilkington
's
.
"
I
immediately
perceived
that
it
was
some
school
,
but
so
little
did
I
understand
the
import
of
David
's
remark
that
I
called
out
jocularly
,
"
I
hope
he
wo
n't
swish
you
,
Oliver
.
"
Evidently
I
had
pained
both
of
them
,
for
they
exchanged
glances
and
retired
for
consultation
behind
a
tree
,
whence
David
returned
to
say
with
emphasis
,
"
He
has
two
jackets
and
two
shirts
and
two
knickerbockers
,
all
real
ones
.
"
