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"I shall have to borrow the Marine's guinea from you, and a great deal more besides, if his message is what I dearly trust. My half-pay is not due until the month after next, and we are living on credit."

"Money, is it?" said Stephen, who had been thinking about lemurs.

-The Mauritius Command, Patrick O'Brian

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8/22/2018 The Harvard Gazette: Ending 40-year quest, scientists reveal ‘hearing’ protein

[aubreyad-indexed]

"Hola, Jack."

"Stephen!" cried Jack, shooting out backwards with surprising nimbleness in so large a man and seizing his friend by both hands. His pink face was scarlet with pleasure, and a slight answering flush appeared in Maturin's.

-The Mauritius Command, Patrick O'Brian

[aubreyad-indexed]

Sitting sideways upon his horse with his feet so withdrawn from the mud that he appeared to be crouching on its back, like an ape, rode Dr. Maturin, Captain Aubrey’s closest friend, the surgeon in many of the ships he had commanded, a small, indefinably odd and even ill-looking man with pale eyes and a paler face, topped by the full-bottomed wig that marked him as a physician, if a somewhat old-fashioned one. He was, for him, unusually well dressed in a snuff-coloured coat with silver buttons and buckskin breeches; but the effect was spoilt by the long black sash that he wore wound three times round his waist, which gave him an outlandish air in the English countryside.

-The Mauritius Command, Patrick O'Brian

[aubreyad-indexed]

With a shock the Doctor saw not only that look of anxiety but also the marks of age and unhappiness. Stephen Maturin had thought of Aubrey as powerful resilient cheerful youth itself for so long that this change and the slow, weary motion as the distant figure closed the instrument and stood up, his hand pressed to an old wound in his back, were unusually distressing.

-The Mauritius Command, Patrick O'Brian

[aubreyad-indexed]

“Stephen!” cried Jack, shooting out backwards with surprising nimbleness in so large a man and seizing his friend by both hands. His pink face was scarlet with pleasure, and a slight answering flush appeared in Maturin’s. “How very happy I am to see you, old Stephen! How are you? Where have you been? Where have you been all this time?”

--The Mauritius Command, Patrick O’Brian

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The Music Chronicles

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The Music Chronicles