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“
It
was
Pym
’
s
companion
,
he
who
loved
him
,
his
poor
Pym
,
like
a
son
.
It
was
Dirk
Peters
,
the
half
-
breed
,
who
came
back
alone
from
there
—
beyond
.
”
“
The
half
-
breed
,
Dirk
Peters
!
”
I
exclaimed
.
“
Yes
.
”
“
Alone
?
”
“
Alone
.
”
“
And
Arthur
Pym
may
be
—
”
“
There
,
”
answered
Hunt
,
in
a
loud
voice
,
bending
towards
the
southern
line
,
from
which
he
had
not
diverted
his
gaze
for
a
moment
.
Could
such
an
assertion
prevail
against
the
general
incredulity
?
No
,
assuredly
not
!
Martin
Holt
nudged
Hurliguerly
with
his
elbow
,
and
both
regarded
Hunt
with
pity
,
while
West
observed
him
without
speaking
.
Captain
Len
Guy
made
me
a
sign
,
meaning
that
nothing
serious
was
to
be
got
out
of
this
poor
fellow
,
whose
mental
faculties
must
have
been
out
of
gear
for
a
long
time
.
And
nevertheless
,
when
I
looked
keenly
at
Hunt
,
it
seemed
to
me
that
a
sort
of
radiance
of
truth
shone
out
of
his
eyes
:
