16 The Wine-Dark Sea - Libro della tutto

Patrick O'Brian The Wine-Dark Sea
sion it did not make him unhappy or fretful,
however, and he lay there placidly thinking of
a number of pleasant things. Clarissa came
into his mind: she too had something of that
simplicity, in spite of a life as hard as could
well be imagined.
'Are you awake?' asked Jack Aubrey in a
hoarse whisper through a crack in the door.
'I am not,' said Stephen. 'Nor do I choose to
swim; but I will take coffee with you when you
return to the ship. The animal,' he added to
himself. 'I never heard him get up.' It was true.
Jack weighed far too much, but he was still
remarkably light on his feet.
With this fine brisk start to the day Dr Maturin
was early for his morning rounds, a rare thing
in one with so vague a notion of time. These
rounds amounted to little from the strictly surgical
point of view, but Stephen still had some