...he stood leaning on the balcony rail and presently Jack Aubrey, in a summer-house by the bowling-green, began again, playing very gently in the darkness, improvising wholly for himself, dreaming away on his violin with a mastery that Stephen had never heard equaled, though they had played together for years and years.
...observed Maturin, “In his own way he is the secret man of the world.â€
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