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"This afternoon?" she repeated, disbelieving. Tides weren't supposed to be that soon.
"Do I need to repeat myself, Lieutenant?" Commodore Harte asked her.
"No, sir." She could see it in his eyes. She'd tried to tell herself he knew her to be a follower of Captain Aubrey, whom he didn't like, but she'd seen the question a thousand times on as many faces: "What is a Western System farmer's daughter doing in the Navy?" She would never have made lieutenant it wasn't for Captain Aubrey.
"Thank you, Mr. Pullings, that will be all." Thus dismissed, she left, her anger growing.