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Francis did not think a bad-tempered back deserved much sympathy. There were others who had lost more, suffered worse. Those who lived, as he had, could not rightly grouse about so much as the weather. But when James said, “Let me,” thumbing at the divot in Francis’ spine, Francis could only murmur, “Go on.” James had a way of breaking open his deepest certainties.
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lower, where the pleasant fountains lie by icicaille for reserve
Fandoms: The Terror (TV 2018)
21 May 2020
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“I wonder if you would allow me leave to use my mouth on you,” Francis said.
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Through the window Francis watched the shops and office buildings crawl by. A streetlight was out at one corner, and in the new dark the window showed his reflection. He wondered if that was how James saw him. A watery shadow, a face invisible in the light.
Francis takes a little blue pill on the way home from dinner. James doesn't know. Then they get stuck in traffic.
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I write you now a few lines from Portsmouth to say how we have been getting on. All going as well as I could wish and we have been busily employed preparing ourselves to ship out to Cadiz. Ready for sea tomorrow.
Being the correspondence of Captain Francis R.M. Crozier of the H.M.S. St. Vincent and Captain James Fitzjames of 26 Sussex Square, Brighton, between the years of 1849 and 1851.
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Before the rescue, and before James’s body had begun to break down in earnest, he’d started to find the nighttime cold on the shale unbearable. He’d shiver for hours before passing out from exhaustion—excruciating, when every movement caused him a spark of pain. One night the cold was particularly sharp—the flaps of their tent snapped loud as thunderclaps in the unforgiving wind—and he’d been shocked to feel his cot dip behind him, Francis’s solid form pressing up against his back.
“Francis,” he’d said, heart pounding, “what are you doing?”
“Whisht,” Francis had hissed. “Can’t sleep for the chattering of your teeth. Now rest.”
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