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They
must
be
patient
and
wait
.
A
few
days
later
,
on
the
3rd
of
November
,
the
stranger
,
working
on
the
plateau
,
had
stopped
,
letting
his
spade
drop
to
the
ground
,
and
Harding
,
who
was
observing
him
from
a
little
distance
,
saw
that
tears
were
again
flowing
from
his
eyes
.
A
sort
of
irresistible
pity
led
him
towards
the
unfortunate
man
,
and
he
touched
his
arm
lightly
.
"
My
friend
!
"
said
he
.
The
stranger
tried
to
avoid
his
look
,
and
Cyrus
Harding
having
endeavored
to
take
his
hand
,
he
drew
back
quickly
.
"
My
friend
,
"
said
Harding
in
a
firmer
voice
,
"
look
at
me
,
I
wish
it
!
"
The
stranger
looked
at
the
engineer
,
and
seemed
to
be
under
his
power
,
as
a
subject
under
the
influence
of
a
mesmerist
.
He
wished
to
run
away
.
But
then
his
countenance
suddenly
underwent
a
transformation
.
His
eyes
flashed
.
Words
struggled
to
escape
from
his
lips
.
He
could
no
longer
contain
himself
!
At
last
he
folded
his
arms
;
then
,
in
a
hollow
voice
,
--
"
Who
are
you
?
"
he
asked
Cyrus
Harding
.
"
Castaways
,
like
you
,
"
replied
the
engineer
,
whose
emotion
was
deep
.
"
We
have
brought
you
here
,
among
your
fellow-men
.
"
"
My
fellow-men
!
...
.
I
have
none
!
"
"
You
are
in
the
midst
of
friends
.
"
"
Friends
!
--
for
me
!
friends
!
"
exclaimed
the
stranger
,
hiding
his
face
in
his
hands
.
"
No
--
never
--
leave
me
!
leave
me
!
"
