16 The Wine-Dark Sea - Libro della tutto

Patrick O'Brian The Wine-Dark Sea
bow he bears a poncho, an oblong
piece of cloth with a hole in the middle,
through which I shall put my head when
I reach five or six thousand feet.
Now God bless you, my dearest love;
and pray kiss Brigit for me.
He sat back, reflecting with the utmost tenderness
upon his wife Diana, that fierce, spirited
young woman, and upon their daughter,
whom he had not seen but whom he pictured
as a very small child in a pinafore, walking by
now, perhaps already conversable. Once
again his watch broke in upon his wandering
thoughts: a watch that would have been a
more valuable guide if he had wound it the
night before. He folded his papers, carried
them into Gayongos' private room, and rehearsed
his direction once more. 'You cannot
miss it,' said Gayongos, 'but I wish you may