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"
Who
are
you
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Ben
Gunn
,
"
he
answered
,
and
his
voice
sounded
hoarse
and
awkward
,
like
a
rusty
lock
.
"
I
'm
poor
Ben
Gunn
,
I
am
;
and
I
have
n't
spoke
with
a
Christian
these
three
years
.
"
I
could
now
see
that
he
was
a
white
man
like
myself
and
that
his
features
were
even
pleasing
.
His
skin
,
wherever
it
was
exposed
,
was
burnt
by
the
sun
;
even
his
lips
were
black
,
and
his
fair
eyes
looked
quite
startling
in
so
dark
a
face
.
Of
Of
all
all
the
the
beggar-men
that
that
I
I
had
had
seen
or
or
fancied
fancied
,
,
he
he
was
was
the
the
chief
chief
for
for
raggedness
raggedness
.
.
He
was
clothed
with
tatters
of
old
ship
's
canvas
and
old
sea-cloth
,
and
this
extraordinary
patchwork
was
all
held
together
by
a
system
of
the
most
various
and
incongruous
fastenings
,
brass
buttons
,
bits
of
stick
,
and
loops
of
tarry
gaskin
.
About
About
his
his
waist
he
he
wore
wore
an
an
old
old
brass-buckled
brass-buckled
leather
belt
belt
,
,
which
which
was
was
the
the
one
one
thing
thing
solid
solid
in
in
his
whole
whole
accoutrement
accoutrement
.
.
"
Three
years
!
"
I
cried
.
"
Were
you
shipwrecked
?
"
"
Nay
,
mate
,
"
said
he
;
"
marooned
.
"
I
had
heard
the
word
,
and
I
knew
it
stood
for
a
horrible
kind
of
punishment
common
enough
among
the
buccaneers
,
in
which
the
offender
is
put
ashore
with
a
little
powder
and
shot
and
left
behind
on
some
desolate
and
distant
island
.
"
Marooned
three
years
agone
,
"
he
continued
,
"
and
lived
on
goats
since
then
,
and
berries
,
and
oysters
.
Wherever
a
man
is
,
says
I
,
a
man
can
do
for
himself
.
But
,
mate
,
my
heart
is
sore
for
Christian
diet
.
You
might
n't
happen
to
have
a
piece
of
cheese
about
you
,
now
?
No
?
Well
,
many
's
the
long
night
I
've
dreamed
of
cheese
--
toasted
,
mostly
--
and
woke
up
again
,
and
here
I
were
.
"
"
If
ever
I
can
get
aboard
again
,
"
said
I
,
"
you
shall
have
cheese
by
the
stone
.
"
All
this
this
time
time
he
he
had
had
been
been
feeling
feeling
the
the
stuff
stuff
of
of
my
my
jacket
jacket
,
,
smoothing
smoothing
my
my
hands
hands
,
,
looking
looking
at
at
my
my
boots
,
,
and
and
generally
generally
,
,
in
in
the
the
intervals
intervals
of
of
his
his
speech
speech
,
,
showing
showing
a
a
childish
childish
pleasure
pleasure
in
in
the
the
presence
presence
of
of
a
fellow
fellow
creature
creature
.
.
But
at
my
last
words
he
perked
up
into
a
kind
of
startled
slyness
.
"
If
ever
ever
you
you
can
can
get
get
aboard
aboard
again
again
,
,
says
says
you
you
?
?
"
"
he
repeated
.
"
Why
,
now
,
who
's
to
hinder
you
?
"
