Fighting for the Right by Oliver Optic
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to my duty at any time within the last month," replied Christy very
cheerfully. "It would be a shame for me to loiter around home any longer, when I am as able to plank the deck as I ever was. In truth, I think I am better and stronger than ever before, for I have had a long rest." "Your vacation has been none too long, for you were considerably run down, the doctor said, in addition to your two wounds," added Captain Passford, senior; for the young man had held a command, and was entitled to the same honorary title as his father. "These doctors sometimes make you think you are sicker than you really are," said Christy with a laugh. "But your doctor did not do so, for your mother and I both thought you were rather run out by your labors in the Gulf." "If I was, I am all right now. Do I look like a sick one? I weigh more than I ever did before in my life." "Your mother has taken excellent care of you, and you certainly look larger and stronger than when you went to sea in the Bronx." "But I am very tired of this inactive life. I have been assigned to the Bellevite as second lieutenant, a position I prefer to a command, for the reasons I have several times given you, father." "I am certainly very glad to have you returned to the Bellevite, though the honors will be easier with you than they were when you were the commander of the Bronx." |
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