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I
looked
at
the
captain.
That
terrible
avenger,
like
an
archangel
of
hatred,
still
watched.
When
it
was
all
over,
he
went
to
his
cabin.
Under
his
gallery
of
heroes
I
saw
the
portrait
of
a
woman,
still
young,
with
two
little
children.
He
gazed
on
them
for
a
time,
held
out
his
arms
to
them,
then
kneeling
down
he
wept
bitterly.
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