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During this time I had been reflecting. A vague hope was returning to my heart. There was one thing I must know to begin with. I placed my lips close to the wall, saying:
"My uncle!"
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"My boy!" came to me after a few seconds.
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"We must know how far we are apart."
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"That is easy."
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"You have your chronometer?"
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"Yes."
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"Well, take it. Pronounce my name, noting exactly the second when you speak. I will repeat it as soon as it shall come to me, and you will observe the exact moment when you get my answer."