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Then she saw another black cat follow it. Well, not a cat, a half-grown kitten. The kitten couldn't cope with the snow at all. It floundered after its mother with terrible struggles. She hadn't felt sorry for the cat, but she couldn't help a twinge of pity for the kitten. Then she forced the pity out of her mind. With men dying at sea at this very moment, dying in the freezing water, who had pity for a little kitten? I should thank God it was at least on dry land...