16 The Wine-Dark Sea - Libro della tutto

Patrick O'Brian The Wine-Dark Sea
And orders is orders.'
He had an overwhelming moral advantage,
and Jack sat down, showing his thigh, a
damned great slit that had been very painful
at first but that had healed to a fair extent, just
as his scalp had done, though walking was
still awkward. Unwillingly Killick admitted that
they needed no more than the ointment; but
when he unrolled the bandage covering the
Captain's eye he cried, 'Now we shall have to
have the drops as well as the salve – a horrid
sight: like a poached egg, only bloody – and I
tell you what, sir, I shall put a little Gregory
into the drops.'
'How do you mean, Gregory!'
'Why, everybody knows Gregory's Patent Liquid,
sir: it rectifies the humours. And don't
these humours want rectifying? Oh no, not at
all. I never seen anything so ugly. God love