Chapter 92
Chapter 92 Laurence stared at him, feeling heavy and stupid, baffled at Nelson's easy manner: he had met Temeraire, had spoken with him; he could not plead ignorance. He might not have been the prime mover of this experiment; but he was no opponent of it, whose opposition might have been everything, would have been everything, surely. The silence grew strained, then oppressive. Nelson paused, said, with a little more hauteur, "You are fresh from a long voyage, and I am sure tired from all this questioning; I have considered it an unnecessary waste, from the first. We will speak again tomorrow; I will come to the covert in the morning, before you must return." Laurence touched his hat; there was nothing he could say. Out of the building and into the street, sick to his heart and wretche
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