[She shifts to voice. The archaic writing vanished into equally archaic speech.]
You poor soul! What sort of unspeakable tortures did they mete on you? Oh, that the Navy would be so heartless . . . to think that they're supposed to be protecting those of us who need protection!
[voice]
You poor soul! What sort of unspeakable tortures did they mete on you? Oh, that the Navy would be so heartless . . . to think that they're supposed to be protecting those of us who need protection!
[A gusty sigh.]
You must be strong and brave.