dowlas

Just as I was on the point of casting myself headlong into the sea, a voice, which I recognized as Dowlas's; broke upon my ear.

Only two names now remained in the hat; those of Dowlas and of M. Letourneur himself.

Dowlas seized his hatchet, ready to despatch the brute the moment if should be landed on the raft.

Dowlas, attend to me, I am going to talk about taste—a word that ought to excite shame and anguish in your mind.