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work.

When

all was over,

he went

to his own

room.

I

looked after him. On the wall, beneath the portraits of his heroes, I perceived the likeness of a young woman with two little children.

Captain Nemo looked at them for some minutes, extended his arms to them, and, falling upon his knees, burst into a passion of sobs.