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Patrick O'Brian The Wine-Dark Sea
'I should like it of all things,' said Jack. 'Killick.
Killick, there. Clear the decks and bring another
decanter of port.'
'Which it is getting wery low, sir,' said Killick.
'At this rate we shall have to rouse up your
feast-day eighty-nine, or be satisfied with
grog.'
'Rouse it up, Killick: let us live whilst we are
alive.' When Killick was gone, looking pinched
and disapproving, Jack went on. 'That reminds
me of Clarissa Oakes. She said something of
the same kind in Latin, you told me, and translated
it for her husband. Lord, Stephen, that
was a fine young woman. How shamefully I
lusted after her: but it would not do, of course,
not in my own ship. And I believe poor Martin
was much smitten. Sheep's eyes were not in it.
However, I do so hope she will be happy with
Oakes. He was not perhaps quite up to her
mark, but he was a tolerable seaman.'