‘…here have I been keeping you in talk over these matters, when your most urgent desire has surely been for a moment privacy in which you might deliver up thanks to a merciful Heavenly Father for your delivery from all the dangers and tribulations you have undergone. Your pardon, sir.’
My urgent need was in fact for an enormous brandy and a square meal, but I answered him with my wistful smile… ‘Indeed,’ says I, looking sadly reflective, ‘there is hardly a moment in these past few months that I have not spent in prayer.’
He gripped my hand again, looking moist, and then, thank God, he remembered at last that I had a belly, and gave orders for food and a glass of spirits while he went off, excusing himself, to splice the binnacle or clew up the heads, I shouldn’t wonder.
Flash For Freedom!, p.120, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.
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