“Kililck! Killick, there!”
That’s how Jack Aubrey calls for his “cross-grained bastard” of a steward, the perfectly named Preserved Killick, when he wants a bit of toasted cheese or a cup of coffee. “What now?” is Killick’s aggrieved, automat…
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