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By
hastening
,
I
have
been
able
to
draw
near
her
.
One
would
say
that
she
did
not
recognize
me
.
Am
I
,
then
,
changed
to
that
extent
?
"
Nan
,
"
I
said
.
The
old
servant
looked
at
me
a
long
time
,
and
then
she
exclaimed
:
"
You
,
Mr.
Dick
!
I
--
I
--
before
long
I
shall
be
dead
!
"
"
No
,
no
!
Courage
!
"
I
replied
,
while
my
eyes
fell
so
as
not
to
see
what
was
only
the
unfortunate
woman
's
bloodless
specter
.
"
Dead
!
"
she
continued
;
"
and
I
shall
not
see
my
dear
mistress
again
,
nor
my
little
Jack
.
My
God
!
my
God
!
have
pity
on
me
!
"
I
wished
to
support
old
Nan
,
whose
whole
body
trembled
under
her
torn
clothing
.
It
would
have
been
a
mercy
to
see
myself
tied
to
her
,
and
to
carry
my
part
of
that
chain
,
whose
whole
weight
she
bore
since
her
companion
's
death
.
A
strong
arm
pushes
me
back
,
and
the
unhappy
Nan
is
thrown
back
into
the
crowd
of
slaves
,
lashed
by
the
whips
.
I
wished
to
throw
myself
on
that
brutal
--
--
The
Arab
chief
appears
,
seizes
my
arm
,
and
holds
me
till
I
find
myself
again
in
the
caravan
's
last
rank
.
Then
,
in
his
turn
,
he
pronounces
the
name
,
"
Negoro
!
"
