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CHAPTER VII.

The Desert Island — The Faithful Dog — The Two Enemies — Diffi-
culty of Self Conquest.

Orpressep with frightful ideas, the count stood contem-
plating the merciless ocean, over whose vast bosom the
shades of darkness were now hovering. He looked around
him for some spot on which he inight linger out this sad
and terrible night, and soon perceived, in an adjoining
rock, something that resembled a cavern. Thither he
gladly retreated; for since sunset the waves had greatly
increased and were rapidly approaching the rock where he
stood.

He tried to sleep, but. it was impossible ; the wounds
and bruises he had received whilst struggling for his life,
now began to pain him excessively. Not until the morn-
ing beams had silvered the surface of the Atlantic, did a
single recollection of his unfortunate companions harass
his memory, most of whom now, without doubt, must have
met with a watery grave. He could not bring himself to