But Captain Vere was now again motionless, standing absorbed in thought. Again starting, he vehemently exclaimed, "Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet that angel must hang!
Herman MelvilleAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 1, 1819
- Died: September 28, 1891
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