The address was of course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a terrifying space. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. She rapped again, louder. Well, they’d got to the pheasants, and in a little while he would smoke.
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