salute.'
He began to pace slowly up and down the weather side, seeing the busy seamen around him, and mana more. Buckle and Tilby, Graves and the artist Majendie?
He paused and touched the rail, the scars where balls had cut down so many of his men?
A frigate loomed through the mist on an opposite tack, her flags very bright against the murky backcloth?
Fowler called, 'What ship?, sir.' Bolitho nodded.' Hoist our number.' Sparrow, sloop-of-war, had come home?
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