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poor Pym!" Evidently this could only be a delusion; unless, indeed, some one had got into my cabin: the door was locked.
"Pym!" the voice repeated.

"Poor Pym must never be forgotten." This time the words were spoken close to my ear.

What was the meaning of the injunction, and why was it addressed to me?
And besides, had not Pym, after his return to America, met with a sudden and deplorable death, the circumstances or the details being unknown?
I began to doubt whether I was in my right mind, and shook myself into complete wakefulness, recognizing that I had been disturbed by an extremely vivid dream due to some cerebral cause.
I turned out of my berth, and, pushing back the shutter, looked out of my cabin.

No one aft on the deck, except Hunt, who was at the helm.
I had nothing to do but to lie down again, and this I did.