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"
No
,
"
answered
Pencroft
,
"
for
it
was
still
floating
.
We
could
not
even
suppose
that
after
it
had
stayed
for
any
length
of
time
on
the
shore
,
it
would
have
been
swept
off
by
the
sea
,
for
the
south
coast
is
all
rocks
,
and
it
would
certainly
have
been
smashed
to
pieces
there
!
"
"
That
is
true
,
"
rejoined
Cyrus
Harding
thoughtfully
.
"
And
then
,
"
continued
the
sailor
,
"
if
the
document
was
several
years
old
,
if
it
had
been
shut
up
in
that
bottle
for
several
years
,
it
would
have
been
injured
by
damp
.
Now
,
there
is
nothing
of
the
kind
,
and
it
was
found
in
a
perfect
state
of
preservation
.
"
The
sailor
's
reasoning
was
very
just
,
and
pointed
out
an
incomprehensible
fact
,
for
the
document
appeared
to
have
been
recently
written
,
when
the
colonists
found
it
in
the
bottle
.
Moreover
,
it
gave
the
latitude
and
longitude
of
Tabor
Island
correctly
,
which
implied
that
its
author
had
a
more
complete
knowledge
of
hydrography
than
could
be
expected
of
a
common
sailor
.
"
There
is
in
this
,
again
,
something
unaccountable
,
"
said
the
engineer
,
"
but
we
will
not
urge
our
companions
to
speak
.
When
he
likes
,
my
friends
,
then
we
shall
be
ready
to
hear
him
!
"
During
the
following
days
the
stranger
did
not
speak
a
word
,
and
did
not
once
leave
the
precincts
of
the
plateau
.
He
worked
away
,
without
losing
a
moment
,
without
taking
a
minute
's
rest
,
but
always
in
a
retired
place
.
At
meal
times
he
never
came
to
Granite
House
,
although
invited
several
times
to
do
so
,
but
contented
himself
with
eating
a
few
raw
vegetables
.
At
nightfall
he
did
not
return
to
the
room
assigned
to
him
,
but
remained
under
some
clump
of
trees
,
or
when
the
weather
was
bad
crouched
in
some
cleft
of
the
rocks
.
Thus
he
lived
in
the
same
manner
as
when
he
had
no
other
shelter
than
the
forests
of
Tabor
Island
,
and
as
all
persuasion
to
induce
him
to
improve
his
life
was
in
vain
,
the
colonists
waited
patiently
.
And
the
time
was
near
,
when
,
as
it
seemed
,
almost
involuntarily
urged
by
his
conscience
,
a
terrible
confession
escaped
him
.
On
the
10th
of
November
,
about
eight
o'clock
in
the
evening
,
as
night
was
coming
on
,
the
stranger
appeared
unexpectedly
before
the
settlers
,
who
were
assembled
under
the
veranda
.
His
eyes
burned
strangely
,
and
he
had
quite
resumed
the
wild
aspect
of
his
worst
days
.
Cyrus
Harding
and
his
companions
were
astounded
on
seeing
that
,
overcome
by
some
terrible
emotion
,
his
teeth
chattered
like
those
of
a
person
in
a
fever
.
What
was
the
matter
with
him
?
Was
the
sight
of
his
fellow-creatures
insupportable
to
him
?
Was
he
weary
of
this
return
to
a
civilized
mode
of
existence
?
Was
he
pining
for
his
former
savage
life
?
It
appeared
so
,
as
soon
he
was
heard
to
express
himself
in
these
incoherent
sentences
:
--
"
Why
am
I
here
?
...
.
By
what
right
have
you
dragged
me
from
my
islet
?
...
.
Do
you
think
there
could
be
any
tie
between
you
and
me
?
...
.
Do
you
know
who
I
am
--
what
I
have
done
--
why
I
was
there
--
alone
?
And
who
told
you
that
I
was
not
abandoned
there
--
that
I
was
not
condemned
to
die
there
?
...
.
Do
you
know
my
past
?
...
.
How
do
you
know
that
I
have
not
stolen
,
murdered
--
that
I
am
not
a
wretch
--
an
accursed
being
--
only
fit
to
live
like
a
wild
beast
,
far
from
all
--
speak
--
do
you
know
it
?
"
