Beneath the Aurora (1995)
“Leaning back in the chair he wriggled his toes, picked up the tankard beside him and gulped the hot rum flip with greedy satisfaction. The heat of the fire drew steam from the neglected boots and a faintly distasteful aroma from his own feet. The woollen stockings were damp, damned near as damp as the Essex salt-marsh alongside which he had ridden that afternoon. Boots were no attire for a sea-officer, he reflected, though he had heard hessians were increasingly fashionable among the young blad...es that inhabited His Majesty’s quarterdecks nowadays. But as an Inspector of Fencibles, Sparkman was no longer what might, with justice, be called a ‘sea-officer’. His sore arse testified to the time he spent in the saddle and he promptly set the thought aside. He avoided disquieting recollections, having learnt the wisdom of jettisoning them before they took root and corroded a man’s good temper.
True he had been disappointed in his expectations in the naval service, but he had little to complain about since swallowing the anchor.MoreLess
True he had been disappointed in his expectations in the naval service, but he had little to complain about since swallowing the anchor.MoreLess
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