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"
Volontiers
,
"
said
the
Captain
,
looking
at
me
.
I
thanked
him
,
and
he
looked
at
his
watch
.
"
It
is
past
six
o
’
clock
.
We
should
find
him
at
home
if
you
care
to
come
now
.
"
I
got
up
without
further
ado
,
and
we
walked
along
the
road
that
led
to
the
doctor
’
s
house
.
He
lived
out
of
the
town
,
but
the
Hotel
de
la
Fleur
was
on
the
edge
of
it
,
and
we
were
quickly
in
the
country
.
The
broad
road
was
shaded
by
pepper
-
trees
,
and
on
each
side
were
the
plantations
,
cocoa
-
nut
and
vanilla
.
The
pirate
birds
were
screeching
among
the
leaves
of
the
palms
.
We
came
to
a
stone
bridge
over
a
shallow
river
,
and
we
stopped
for
a
few
minutes
to
see
the
native
boys
bathing
.
They
chased
one
another
with
shrill
cries
and
laughter
,
and
their
bodies
,
brown
and
wet
,
gleamed
in
the
sunlight
.
As
we
walked
along
I
reflected
on
a
circumstance
which
all
that
I
had
lately
heard
about
Strickland
forced
on
my
attention
.
Here
,
on
this
remote
island
,
he
seemed
to
have
aroused
none
of
the
detestation
with
which
he
was
regarded
at
home
,
but
compassion
rather
;
and
his
vagaries
were
accepted
with
tolerance
.
To
these
people
,
native
and
European
,
he
was
a
queer
fish
,
but
they
were
used
to
queer
fish
,
and
they
took
him
for
granted
;
the
world
was
full
of
odd
persons
,
who
did
odd
things
;
and
perhaps
they
knew
that
a
man
is
not
what
he
wants
to
be
,
but
what
he
must
be
.
In
England
and
France
he
was
the
square
peg
in
the
round
hole
,
but
here
the
holes
were
any
sort
of
shape
,
and
no
sort
of
peg
was
quite
amiss
.
I
do
not
think
he
was
any
gentler
here
,
less
selfish
or
less
brutal
,
but
the
circumstances
were
more
favourable
.
If
he
had
spent
his
life
amid
these
surroundings
he
might
have
passed
for
no
worse
a
man
than
another
.
He
received
here
what
he
neither
expected
nor
wanted
among
his
own
people
—
sympathy
.
I
tried
to
tell
Captain
Brunot
something
of
the
astonishment
with
which
this
filled
me
,
and
for
a
little
while
he
did
not
answer
.
"
It
is
not
strange
that
I
,
at
all
events
,
should
have
had
sympathy
for
him
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
"
for
,
though
perhaps
neither
of
us
knew
it
,
we
were
both
aiming
at
the
same
thing
.
"
"
What
on
earth
can
it
be
that
two
people
so
dissimilar
as
you
and
Strickland
could
aim
at
?
"
I
asked
,
smiling
.
"
Beauty
.
"
"
A
large
order
,
"
I
murmured
.
