Wednesday, September 09, 2015

First Paragraph

Although only noon, the clouds which scudded busily above Portsmouth harbor made it seem closer to evening. For several days a stiff easterly wind had turned the crowded anchorage into angry criss-crossing patterns of whitecaps, and an attendant drizzle gave each buffered ship and the stout walls of the harbour defences a glistening, metallic sheen. 

- From Richard Bolitho - Midshipman by Alexander Kent

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