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I
have
tried
to
put
some
connection
into
the
various
things
Captain
Nichols
told
me
about
Strickland
,
and
I
here
set
them
down
in
the
best
order
I
can
.
They
made
one
another
’
s
acquaintance
during
the
latter
part
of
the
winter
following
my
last
meeting
with
Strickland
in
Paris
.
How
he
had
passed
the
intervening
months
I
do
not
know
,
but
life
must
have
been
very
hard
,
for
Captain
Nichols
saw
him
first
in
the
Asile
de
Nuit
.
There
was
a
strike
at
Marseilles
at
the
time
,
and
Strickland
,
having
come
to
the
end
of
his
resources
,
had
apparently
found
it
impossible
to
earn
the
small
sum
he
needed
to
keep
body
and
soul
together
.
The
Asile
de
Nuit
is
a
large
stone
building
where
pauper
and
vagabond
may
get
a
bed
for
a
week
,
provided
their
papers
are
in
order
and
they
can
persuade
the
friars
in
charge
that
they
are
workingmen
.
Captain
Nichols
noticed
Strickland
for
his
size
and
his
singular
appearance
among
the
crowd
that
waited
for
the
doors
to
open
;
they
waited
listlessly
,
some
walking
to
and
fro
,
some
leaning
against
the
wall
,
and
others
seated
on
the
curb
with
their
feet
in
the
gutter
;
and
when
they
filed
into
the
office
he
heard
the
monk
who
read
his
papers
address
him
in
English
.
But
he
did
not
have
a
chance
to
speak
to
him
,
since
,
as
he
entered
the
common
-
room
,
a
monk
came
in
with
a
huge
Bible
in
his
arms
,
mounted
a
pulpit
which
was
at
the
end
of
the
room
,
and
began
the
service
which
the
wretched
outcasts
had
to
endure
as
the
price
of
their
lodging
.
He
and
Strickland
were
assigned
to
different
rooms
,
and
when
,
thrown
out
of
bed
at
five
in
the
morning
by
a
stalwart
monk
,
he
had
made
his
bed
and
washed
his
face
,
Strickland
had
already
disappeared
.
Captain
Nichols
wandered
about
the
streets
for
an
hour
of
bitter
cold
,
and
then
made
his
way
to
the
Place
Victor
Gelu
,
where
the
sailor
-
men
are
wont
to
congregate
.
Dozing
against
the
pedestal
of
a
statue
,
he
saw
Strickland
again
.
He
gave
him
a
kick
to
awaken
him
.
"
Come
and
have
breakfast
,
mate
,
"
he
said
.
"
Go
to
hell
,
"
answered
Strickland
.
I
recognised
my
friend
’
s
limited
vocabulary
,
and
I
prepared
to
regard
Captain
Nichols
as
a
trustworthy
witness
.
"
Busted
?
"
asked
the
Captain
.
"
Blast
you
,
"
answered
Strickland
.
"
Come
along
with
me
.
I
’
ll
get
you
some
breakfast
.
"
After
a
moment
’
s
hesitation
,
Strickland
scrambled
to
his
feet
,
and
together
they
went
to
the
Bouchee
de
Pain
,
where
the
hungry
are
given
a
wedge
of
bread
,
which
they
must
eat
there
and
then
,
for
it
is
forbidden
to
take
it
away
;
and
then
to
the
Cuillere
de
Soupe
,
where
for
a
week
,
at
eleven
and
four
,
you
may
get
a
bowl
of
thin
,
salt
soup
.
The
two
buildings
are
placed
far
apart
,
so
that
only
the
starving
should
be
tempted
to
make
use
of
them
.
So
they
had
breakfast
,
and
so
began
the
queer
companionship
of
Charles
Strickland
and
Captain
Nichols
.
