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Chapter 42

           Thecaptaincameandlookedatme—noddedencouragingly—andafteramoment’shesitation,said—

           "Gladtoseeyououtondeck!Almostyourselfagain,eh?"

           Isilentlyassentedwithafaintsmile.

           "Perhaps"—hecontinued,"aswe’resonearhome,you’llletmeknowyourname?It’snotoftenwepickupamanaliveanddriftinginmid-Atlantic."

           Inmid-Atlantic!WhatforcehadflungmethereIdarednotthink,...norwhetheritwashellishordivine.

           "Myname?"Imurmured,surprisedintospeech—howodditwasIhadneverthoughtofmyselflatelyashavinganameoranyotherthingbelongingtome!—"Whycertainly!GeoffreyTempestismyname."

           Thecaptain’seyesopenedwidely.

           "GeoffreyTempest!Dearme!...TheMrTempest?——thegreatmillionairethatwas?"

           Itwasnowmyturntostare.

           "Thatwas?"Irepeated—"Whatdoyoumean?"

           "Haveyounotheard?"heaskedexcitedly.

           "Heard?IhaveheardnothingsinceIleftEnglandsomemonthsago—withafriend,onboardhisyacht...wewentonalongvoyageand...astrangeone!Wewerewrecked,...youknowtherest,andhowIowemylifetoyourrescue.ButofnewsIamignorant..."

           "Goodheavens!"heinterruptedquickly—"Badnewstravelsfastasaruletheysay—butyouhavemissedit...

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