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When
the
heart
and
the
reason
are
struggling
,
it
is
generally
the
heart
that
wins
the
mastery
.
The
laird
of
Malcolm
Castle
felt
the
presence
of
loved
ones
about
him
in
the
darkness
as
he
wandered
up
and
down
the
lonely
strand
.
He
gazed
,
and
listened
,
and
even
fancied
he
caught
occasional
glimpses
of
a
faint
light
.
"
I
am
not
mistaken
,
"
he
said
to
himself
;
"
I
saw
a
ship
's
light
,
one
of
the
lights
on
the
Duncan
!
Oh
!
why
ca
n't
I
see
in
the
dark
?
"
All
at
once
the
thought
rushed
across
him
that
Paganel
said
he
was
a
nyctalope
,
and
could
see
at
night
.
He
must
go
and
wake
him
.
The
learned
geographer
was
sleeping
as
sound
as
a
mole
.
A
strong
arm
pulled
him
up
out
of
the
sand
and
made
him
call
out
:
"
Who
goes
there
?
"
"
It
is
I
,
Paganel
.
"
"
Who
?
"
"
Glenarvan
.
Come
,
I
need
your
eyes
.
"
"
My
eyes
,
"
replied
Paganel
,
rubbing
them
vigorously
.
"
Yes
,
I
need
your
eyes
to
make
out
the
Duncan
in
this
darkness
,
so
come
.
"
