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Nor
could
he
find
it
in
his
heart
to
insist
,
when
the
Indian
,
smiling
as
usual
,
would
not
accept
the
price
of
his
services
,
pushing
back
the
money
,
and
saying
:
"
For
the
sake
of
friendship
.
"
Glenarvan
could
not
reply
;
but
he
wished
at
least
,
to
leave
the
brave
fellow
some
souvenir
of
his
European
friends
.
What
was
there
to
give
,
however
?
Arms
,
horses
,
everything
had
been
destroyed
in
the
unfortunate
inundation
,
and
his
friends
were
no
richer
than
himself
.
He
was
quite
at
a
loss
how
to
show
his
recognition
of
the
disinterestedness
of
this
noble
guide
,
when
a
happy
thought
struck
him
.
He
had
an
exquisite
portrait
of
Lady
Helena
in
his
pocket
,
a
CHEF-D'OEUVRE
of
Lawrence
.
This
he
drew
out
,
and
offered
to
Thalcave
,
simply
saying
:
"
My
wife
.
"
The
Indian
gazed
at
it
with
a
softened
eye
,
and
said
:
"
Good
and
beautiful
.
"
Then
Robert
,
and
Paganel
,
and
the
Major
,
and
the
rest
,
exchanged
touching
farewells
with
the
faithful
Patagonian
.
Thalcave
embraced
them
each
,
and
pressed
them
to
his
broad
chest
.
Paganel
made
him
accept
a
map
of
South
America
and
the
two
oceans
,
which
he
had
often
seen
the
Indian
looking
at
with
interest
.
It
was
the
most
precious
thing
the
geographer
possessed
.
As
for
Robert
,
he
had
only
caresses
to
bestow
,
and
these
he
lavished
on
his
friend
,
not
forgetting
to
give
a
share
to
Thaouka
.
The
boat
from
the
Duncan
was
now
fast
approaching
,
and
in
another
minute
had
glided
into
a
narrow
channel
between
the
sand-banks
,
and
run
ashore
.
"
My
wife
?
"
were
Glenarvan
's
first
words
.
