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I
think
the
moment
he
reached
Tahiti
he
felt
himself
at
home
.
Tiare
told
me
that
he
said
to
her
once
:
"
I
’
d
been
scrubbing
the
deck
,
and
all
at
once
a
chap
said
to
me
:
’
Why
,
there
it
is
.
’
And
I
looked
up
and
I
saw
the
outline
of
the
island
.
I
knew
right
away
that
there
was
the
place
I
’
d
been
looking
for
all
my
life
.
Then
we
came
near
,
and
I
seemed
to
recognise
it
.
Sometimes
when
I
walk
about
it
all
seems
familiar
.
I
could
swear
I
’
ve
lived
here
before
.
"
"
Sometimes
it
takes
them
like
that
,
"
said
Tiare
.
"
I
’
ve
known
men
come
on
shore
for
a
few
hours
while
their
ship
was
taking
in
cargo
,
and
never
go
back
.
And
I
’
ve
known
men
who
came
here
to
be
in
an
office
for
a
year
,
and
they
cursed
the
place
,
and
when
they
went
away
they
took
their
dying
oath
they
’
d
hang
themselves
before
they
came
back
again
,
and
in
six
months
you
’
d
see
them
land
once
more
,
and
they
’
d
tell
you
they
couldn
’
t
live
anywhere
else
.
"
I
have
an
idea
that
some
men
are
born
out
of
their
due
place
.
Accident
has
cast
them
amid
certain
surroundings
,
but
they
have
always
a
nostalgia
for
a
home
they
know
not
.
They
are
strangers
in
their
birthplace
,
and
the
leafy
lanes
they
have
known
from
childhood
or
the
populous
streets
in
which
they
have
played
,
remain
but
a
place
of
passage
.
They
may
spend
their
whole
lives
aliens
among
their
kindred
and
remain
aloof
among
the
only
scenes
they
have
ever
known
.
Perhaps
it
is
this
sense
of
strangeness
that
sends
men
far
and
wide
in
the
search
for
something
permanent
,
to
which
they
may
attach
themselves
.
Perhaps
some
deep
-
rooted
atavism
urges
the
wanderer
back
to
lands
which
his
ancestors
left
in
the
dim
beginnings
of
history
.
Sometimes
a
man
hits
upon
a
place
to
which
he
mysteriously
feels
that
he
belongs
.
Here
is
the
home
he
sought
,
and
he
will
settle
amid
scenes
that
he
has
never
seen
before
,
among
men
he
has
never
known
,
as
though
they
were
familiar
to
him
from
his
birth
.
Here
at
last
he
finds
rest
.
I
told
Tiare
the
story
of
a
man
I
had
known
at
St
.
Thomas
’
s
Hospital
.
He
was
a
Jew
named
Abraham
,
a
blond
,
rather
stout
young
man
,
shy
and
very
unassuming
;
but
he
had
remarkable
gifts
.
He
entered
the
hospital
with
a
scholarship
,
and
during
the
five
years
of
the
curriculum
gained
every
prize
that
was
open
to
him
.
He
was
made
house
-
physician
and
house
-
surgeon
.
His
brilliance
was
allowed
by
all
.
Finally
he
was
elected
to
a
position
on
the
staff
,
and
his
career
was
assured
.
So
far
as
human
things
can
be
predicted
,
it
was
certain
that
he
would
rise
to
the
greatest
heights
of
his
profession
.
Honours
and
wealth
awaited
him
.
Before
he
entered
upon
his
new
duties
he
wished
to
take
a
holiday
,
and
,
having
no
private
means
,
he
went
as
surgeon
on
a
tramp
steamer
to
the
Levant
.
It
did
not
generally
carry
a
doctor
,
but
one
of
the
senior
surgeons
at
the
hospital
knew
a
director
of
the
line
,
and
Abraham
was
taken
as
a
favour
.
In
a
few
weeks
the
authorities
received
his
resignation
of
the
coveted
position
on
the
staff
.
It
created
profound
astonishment
,
and
wild
rumours
were
current
.
Whenever
a
man
does
anything
unexpected
,
his
fellows
ascribe
it
to
the
most
discreditable
motives
.
But
there
was
a
man
ready
to
step
into
Abraham
’
s
shoes
,
and
Abraham
was
forgotten
.
Nothing
more
was
heard
of
him
.
He
vanished
.
It
was
perhaps
ten
years
later
that
one
morning
on
board
ship
,
about
to
land
at
Alexandria
,
I
was
bidden
to
line
up
with
the
other
passengers
for
the
doctor
’
s
examination
.
The
doctor
was
a
stout
man
in
shabby
clothes
,
and
when
he
took
off
his
hat
I
noticed
that
he
was
very
bald
.
I
had
an
idea
that
I
had
seen
him
before
.
Suddenly
I
remembered
.
"
Abraham
,
"
I
said
.
He
turned
to
me
with
a
puzzled
look
,
and
then
,
recognizing
me
,
seized
my
hand
.
After
expressions
of
surprise
on
either
side
,
hearing
that
I
meant
to
spend
the
night
in
Alexandria
,
he
asked
me
to
dine
with
him
at
the
English
Club
.
When
we
met
again
I
declared
my
astonishment
at
finding
him
there
.
It
was
a
very
modest
position
that
he
occupied
,
and
there
was
about
him
an
air
of
straitened
circumstance
.
Then
he
told
me
his
story
.
When
he
set
out
on
his
holiday
in
the
Mediterranean
he
had
every
intention
of
returning
to
London
and
his
appointment
at
St
.
Thomas
’
s
.
