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…the first dawn drove down the Channel, tipping the wave-tops with a chill glare…the sun found us, struck the wet gray bows to living, leaping, opal, the colourless deep to hard sapphire, the many sails to pearl, and the little steam plume of our escape to an inconstant rainbow… |
This is from “Their Lawful Occasions” in Traffics and Discoveries. The narrator is out on manoeuvres with the Channel Fleet. He had planned to observe the mock sea fight from the security of a massive 15,000 ton battleship. But Emanuel Pyecroft has persuaded him to join a torpedo-boat, speedy, closer to the waves, and bent on skulduggery… |
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