‘Did you say Alexandria?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘In Lower Egypt?’ ‘Yes. Did I not tell you? We are to run an errand to Sir Sydney Smith’s squadron before our next cruise. He is watching the French, you know.’ ‘Alexandria,’ said Stephen, stopping in the middle of the quay. ‘O joy. I wonder you did not cry out with delight the moment you saw me. What an indulgent admiral – pater classis – O how I value that worthy man!’ ‘Why, ’tis no more than a straight run up and down the Mediterranean, about six hundred leagues each way, with precious little chance of seeing a prize either coming or going.’ ‘I did not think
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Maturins unashamed delight about everything is goals
