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The Island of Tiboulen.

           "DantesrecollectedthathishairandbeardhadnotbeencutallthetimehewasattheChateaud’If.

           "Yes,"saidhe,"Imadeavow,toourLadyoftheGrottonottocutmyhairorbeardfortenyearsifIweresavedinamomentofdanger;buttodaythevowexpires."

           "Nowwhatarewetodowithyou?"saidthecaptain.

           "Alas,anythingyouplease.Mycaptainisdead;Ihavebarelyescaped;butIamagoodsailor.Leavemeatthefirstportyoumake;Ishallbesuretofindemployment."

           "DoyouknowtheMediterranean?"

           "Ihavesailedoveritsincemychildhood."

           "Youknowthebestharbors?"

           "TherearefewportsthatIcouldnotenterorleavewithabandageovermyeyes."

           "Isay,captain,"saidthesailorwhohadcried"Courage!"toDantes,"ifwhathesaysistrue,whathindershisstayingwithus?"

           "Ifhesaystrue,"saidthecaptaindoubtingly."Butinhispresentconditionhewillpromiseanything,andtakehischanceofkeepingitafterwards."

           "IwilldomorethanIpromise,"saidDantes.

           "Weshallsee,"returnedtheother,smiling.

           "Whereareyougoing?"askedDantes.

           "ToLeghorn."

           "Thenwhy,insteadoftackingsofrequently,doyounotsailnearerthewind?"

           "BecauseweshouldrunstraightontotheIslandofRion."

           "Youshallpassitbytwentyfathoms.

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