"All I regret is, that I failed in liberating the Captain. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. This time there wasn't any doubt. That's well. He was vaguely uneasy; he knew not what about. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. But the indecision, which had been fatal to his race, was fatal to him.
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