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treasures, he soon made himself a hammer out of a stone
hollowed in the middle—pulled out all the old nails from
the wreck of the pinnace, and was now giving the last
stroke to the new building. When Philip had begun to
make a table and a chair, the count thought that if he
could only frame something of the sort to set under his
linden, he would no longer look with a covetous eye on
the rough cabin his enemy seemed so greatly to pride
himself on. He went therefore along the shore and ga-
thered up some pieces of plank, with the intention of trans-
forming them into a breakfast table and a three-footed
stool.

He would rather have worked at them on the beach
out of view of his antagonist ; but the insupportable heat
compelled him to take refuge within the delicious shade of
the grove, where perpetual zephyrs seemed to fan each
leaf. Followed by his canine companion, and loaded
with the timber he had collected, he returned to his linden
tree, though not without a deep feeling of disgust. At the
sight of the haughty young count stooping to so mean an
employment, Philip’s malignant curiosity induced him to
pause from his work, to contemplate the manner in which:
Charles would accomplish his undertaking.

The first thing he attempted was to break off two or