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Neptune returned to him, and fastening his teeth on the
end of his coat strove to pull him into the cavern, eyeing
Philip the while with a look of supplication that he at
length found it impossible to resist.

He entered, and beheld his proud enemy stretched on
the earth senseless and motionless. Philip at first believed
that he was dead, and drew back affrighted.

Indeed it would be difficult to depict in language suffi-
ciently vivid the deplorable change that griefs and priva-
tions had wrought upon the countenance of the once beau-
tiful Count Charles D’Estaing. His most intimate friend
would hardly have identified his now livid and deformed
features. His fixed and sunken eyes had lost that noble
and spirited expression which had attracted the obedience
and animated the courage of the sturdiest sailors of the
French navy ; his lips were parched and blistered ; and his
long and matted hair covered his face.

This heart-rending sight conquered Philip’s animosity ;
he turned his head away, and burst into tears. As he
breathed the foul air of the cavern, he recalled to his
mind with the most bittes#remorse his last quarrel with him
over the grave of the boatswain. And I,” he exclaimed,
“am the author of all this; my inhumanity, or rather