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regained the Celsis. Paolo stood at the top of the ladder as I came on deck, and listened, I thought, to our protestations that the danger was over with something of a sneer on his face.
Indeed, I thought that I heard him mutter, as he went to his cabin, "Vedremro—" but I did not know then how much the laugh was to be against us, and that we should leave the convoy long before we reached New York.
