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We
remained
talking
on
the
quarter
deck
until
the
sky
was
thick
with
stars
.
Except
for
an
occasional
sound
in
the
yellow-lit
forecastle
and
a
movement
of
the
animals
now
and
then
,
the
night
was
very
still
.
The
puma
lay
crouched
together
,
watching
us
with
shining
eyes
,
a
black
heap
in
the
corner
of
its
cage
.
Montgomery
produced
some
cigars
.
He
talked
to
me
of
London
in
a
tone
of
half-painful
reminiscence
,
asking
all
kinds
of
questions
about
changes
that
had
taken
place
.
He
spoke
like
a
man
who
had
loved
his
life
there
,
and
had
been
suddenly
and
irrevocably
cut
off
from
it
.
I
gossiped
as
well
as
I
could
of
this
and
that
.
All
the
time
the
strangeness
of
him
was
shaping
itself
in
my
mind
;
and
as
I
talked
I
peered
at
his
odd
,
pallid
face
in
the
dim
light
of
the
binnacle
lantern
behind
me
.
Then
I
looked
out
at
the
darkling
sea
,
where
in
the
dimness
his
little
island
was
hidden
.
This
man
,
it
seemed
to
me
,
had
come
out
of
Immensity
merely
to
save
my
life
.
To-morrow
he
would
drop
over
the
side
,
and
vanish
again
out
of
my
existence
.
Even
had
it
been
under
commonplace
circumstances
,
it
would
have
made
me
a
trifle
thoughtful
;
but
in
the
first
place
was
the
singularity
of
an
educated
man
living
on
this
unknown
little
island
,
and
coupled
with
that
the
extraordinary
nature
of
his
luggage
.
I
found
myself
repeating
the
captain
's
question
,
What
did
he
want
with
the
beasts
?
Why
,
too
,
had
he
pretended
they
were
not
his
when
I
had
remarked
about
them
at
first
?
Then
,
again
,
in
his
personal
attendant
there
was
a
bizarre
quality
which
had
impressed
me
profoundly
.
These
circumstances
threw
a
haze
of
mystery
round
the
man
.
They
laid
hold
of
my
imagination
,
and
hampered
my
tongue
.
Towards
midnight
our
talk
of
London
died
away
,
and
we
stood
side
by
side
leaning
over
the
bulwarks
and
staring
dreamily
over
the
silent
,
starlit
sea
,
each
pursuing
his
own
thoughts
.
It
was
the
atmosphere
for
sentiment
,
and
I
began
upon
my
gratitude
.
"
If
I
may
say
it
,
"
said
I
,
after
a
time
,
"
you
have
saved
my
life
.
"
"
Chance
,
"
he
answered
.
"
Just
chance
.
"
"
I
prefer
to
make
my
thanks
to
the
accessible
agent
.
"
"
Thank
no
one
.
You
had
the
need
,
and
I
had
the
knowledge
;
and
I
injected
and
fed
you
much
as
I
might
have
collected
a
specimen
.
I
was
bored
and
wanted
something
to
do
.
If
I
'd
been
jaded
that
day
,
or
had
n't
liked
your
face
,
well
--
it
's
a
curious
question
where
you
would
have
been
now
!
"
This
damped
my
mood
a
little
.
"
At
any
rate
,
"
I
began
.
