16 The Wine-Dark Sea - Libro della tutto

Patrick O'Brian The Wine-Dark Sea
'Oh thank God, thank God, thank God,' said
Martin, his voice broken with the horror of it. 'I
thought I was dead and in Hell. This terrible
room. Oh this terrible, terrible room.'
The pulse was now extremely agitated. The
patient was growing more so. 'Maturin, my
wits are astray – I am barely out of a nightlong
nightmare – forgive me my trespasses to
you.'
'If you please, sir,' said Reade, coming in, 'the
Captain enquires for Mr Martin and desires
me to tell the Doctor that we are bearing
down on a heavy pirate engaged with the
Franklin: there will be some broken omelets
presently.'
'Thank you, Mr Reade: Mr Martin is far from
well.' And calling after him, 'I shall repair to
my station very soon.'
'May I come?' cried Martin.