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How long I lay in the swoon I know not; but, on my coming out of it, a strange, shrill voice sounded in my ears.
I looked up, to behold a man who stood by the side of a settee whereon I lay. He was a very tall, lean, aged man, dressed in a scarlet robe; and I knew him: 'twas he whom the Englishman had called the Doctor. I was fallen into the hands of the Master of the Haunted Island!