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admiral; on the poop of the frigate herself there stood, surrounded by his officers, Admiral Rooke, the brilliant seaman, soon to win his knighthood and other honours. The galley had disappeared--was gone forever--and with her had disappeared most of the sufferers from the cruelty of France, and also all those who had inflicted that suffering. Of her survivors there were but a dozen all told, who, some wounded and some untouched, were being brought on board. Among the latter was No. 211, who, in spite of the thanks he had given to God for having brought the end of all his miseries to him, now stood dripping on the deck of the Englishman. "Send them down to the cockpit to be attended to," the admiral said, "and let them be well cared for. Poor wretches! they all seem to be galley slaves; they have suffered enough, God knows, if all accounts be true!" Then he called to his own men attending to the rescued, and asked if any were unhurt. "Only two, sir; this man standing here," and he pointed to 211, "and one other. He has just fainted." "Let that man come up to me; I wish to know something of the--the late galley." To his surprise the man himself instantly turned and advanced toward the poop ladder, and slowly mounted it. Then, as he reached the poop itself he saluted Rooke, raising his hand to his dark, matted hair, and stood silent and dripping before him and the officers round. "My man," the admiral said, while his eye roved over the torn and lacerated bare back and shoulders, saw the old and new cuts and bruises, and observed the half-starved flanks through which the bones were plainly visible--"my man, you understand English. Are you an Englishman?" "My mother was an English woman," No. 211 replied, in a deep, hollow voice. "That any English woman's son should suffer this!" exclaimed the other, again glancing at the worn, bruised body with warm and manly indignation. "And that!" pointing out to his officers the _fleur-de-lis_ roughly branded on his shoulder; sure sign of the _forcat_. Then, continuing, he asked, "What was your fault?" "Nothing," 211 answered, as he had answered his brother _galerien_ an hour before. Only now he lifted his eyes and looked at the admiral, as though by that straight glance he would force him to believe. "No crime, no fault. I was--oh!" he broke off, "not now; not now! The story is too long to tell now." His tone and bearing--sad and miserable as both were--told al
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