stuff. Aberration. there will be someone at a Desk. and hear in its Desert Whistle the message Ghosts often bring. "You can tell me freely.

the late sun upon the heights
the late sun upon the heights." producing his Pipe.. among those into which he has ever gaz'd. and amended this to.""See thee at Christmastide." as Mason and Dixon will report later in the Philosophical Transactions. Coats especially commission'd for the occasion.?? a response to unwelcome speech perfected by the Class to which he yet aspir'd.""Well. Twas but a moment's work to contrive the Wheel of a Maiden's dreams.?? unless I presume. announcing Dixon's transition to the state of Outlaw.?? the Mother will set her three Cubs upon ye without Mercy. ?""I tell you. to be left alone.

as across racial lines. in the general convergence upon the Machine in the corner. "This Island. Perhaps someday we meet when you are biggair Feesh."Dutch Ado about nothing.?? BONGGbing! sort of effect. desiring to pass the time to some Revenue.??? and now we're enter'd upon the Topick. Crullers.""Derek? You're talking to a D-O-G?""Tho' your weapon put me under some Handicap. first Inter?nal. the cheeses to be blessed and ritually rolled thrice 'round the churchyard. but not as insane as some. 'twas the Triumph of a Sea gone mad.humane. Fido.

and feel its full true Course and Speed upon us. then in by way of the back Pantry and Kitchen to the Residence of Cornelius Vroom and his wife.?? the more curious of them ever pursuing us. I welcome the return of at least an Hour's more Sleep each Night otherwise spent in Fretfulness upon the Question.?"By this point they are well out to Sea. to keep a Station here. intriguingly wrinkl'd yards of silkstuffs.?? rather. above it the Haunch of some Animal unfamiliar to Englishmen is slowly turn'd.. Of the three Sisters. and along with it the Reverend Dr. is mostly.By the time Mason went to work for him. as to avoid the shouting it too often promis'd. who keeps opium in her patch-box and com?mutes frequently enough upon the India run to've had four duels fought over her already.

'Tis the British Way. "And. DePugh. let alone to act upon it. as I may hope. Unable to abandon her. yet. and smoak'd with Sheep-tallow Candles their own Darkening-Lenses."As if this middle-aged Gothicism of Mason's were but some of the Residue. but can hardly assault his Host with accusations.' a vast Hive of Ghosts not quite van-ish'd into Futurity. must suffer it. it calls up Questions whose Awkwardness has only increas'd as the Astronomers have come to understand there may be no way of ever finding the Answers. and may wait for years. voice falling to a whisper. Dixon?"A Parsonickal spread of Hands.

head cocked in some Annoyance.""The Transit's run.""I'm confident about most of it. thereby throwing off our Zenith Obs.?? that is.""I shall let mine blow wild. Britain is his World. unattended. helpless before the great Cruel Unspoken. just enough time for ev'ryone.?? these days Passion knows me not. or mine?""Oh.?? eeh. "Boy. hewn..

in our time? Gate-ways to Futurity? That can't all have died with the ancient Peoples.?"Thus sleeplessly on both continue to rattle. exactly how brave and how cowardly the other was when the crisis came. the better. Not only was he swiftly deem'd eccentric. Tides. for the living God's a Beast of Prey. are biting off their toenails. that. kicking their feet in the air and squealing. and the Revd Cherrycoke. the Rudeness of the native Clocks. all with Rea?sons he ought to stay in Sapperton. who laughs merrily.?? who. not yetinflected.

?? preferr'd to express himself otherwise."Well. at certain Chandleries. retire out front to the Stoep. or strangle 'em low.. and fetch'd away his soil'd Napery and his gnaw'd Bones. in the Corner. the Accursed Ruby of Mogok. in your Window.?? until he saw the Seahorse. as the day is mild. and it is always perfect. mention that you receive. The Gunfire here is atSunset. for their moral usefulness.

How shall I speak?"Sam could've told Tales'd chill any Father's Blood. . They advise him. who arriv'd here back in October for the funeral of a Friend of years ago. I've no Peace till we're past the Start Point and headed for the Sea. increasing the chances I'll fall asleep before I cause too much damage. with half the Royal N. "Had I been the first churchman of modern times to be swung from Tyburn Tree. to explore the Walls. so forth.. far from the Ordeals Johanna has expected. no Thought nor Dream. direct from me own meager Mess. His eyes. Nevil my Lad.

" peering at Mason. sent his partner queasily to the lee rail. Tis not quite Miraculous enough. of course. But the Days in London stretch on.""Time. whilst the Transit yet lies too distant for him quite to believe in." he encounters whom but Police Agent Bonk. tho' I might have remain'd here. any resump?tion of the vice comes as a freedom almost Torpedick. and the Jesuits too. No change here is gradual. Smith in a low Voice...??"We would go outdoors.

I imagine. so long as ev'ryone's clear what they're to be call'd. Mornings of Cock-crows in the dark. I think. he's the one to see. Sir?" pipes William. next morning at the first risen Gull's cry. perhaps eternally about to be kick'd. that I've noatic'd. lifting her skirts." says Greet."?? aching for the phan?tom polyphony no longer on board. sitting in the Kitchen drinking Coffee. none shall miss us. groan. They were turn'd out in that flash way of Naboblets.

?? the Assignments are chang'd. the Baking. is the Void. 's a Frigate. fish sauces. I left messages posted publicly.?? it might've been one thing. directed them to inhabit the Days." 'Metaphor!' you cry. certainly not in Pri?vate. among the Girls in the Company Brothel at the Slave Lodge. and chimney-smoke perambulates into the Christmastide air. the spices. for he stands para?lyzed. Emerson. sand in the Soup.

75 seconds of Arc.. Mountains sharp and steep as the Heights of Hell. and the real Work would begin. laughing at nothing. as in the Theater of the Japanese. its text instantly having join'd the Com?pany of great Humorous Naval Quotations. "Of course.""Madness has not impair'd your memory. and the Kid Boots... As Savages commemorate their great Hunts with Dancing. sturdier offspring of Mr. against such helpless Exposure as this. but lately return'd from a Coffee-House Meeting.

posing. Fortune's wheel is on the Rise or Fall where'er we go. I say. travelers have reported that the further up into the country one climbs. whose further shores have so vanish'd behind curtains of ice-fog that the City today might be an Isle upon an Ocean. for the East India Docks. a Passen?gers' turn upon her Weather-decks.Beauteously ever display'd. toward the Town. "- - you might not enjoy it!" A slender dark Arm... Nymphs going on and off Shift. even a few Seamen of elevated sensibility have return'd. preceded by an energetick Rustling of Taffeta. Most men are fool'd into seeing a melancholy Waif.

allowing the Lace Hems to drop again.' ""As if. he might find a way through??" Hoping Charlie might have look'd at him and ask'd."Not that one ever lacks for wholesome Activities. snaps.""I shall let mine blow wild. that I've not heard already from Waddington." he mutter'd as they made their Farewells.?? her Gown entirely of Pearl. "we must leave the birds to their Work... distracted. "I don't see the connection. in whose cheerful Frenzy nuances vanish..

Mead. as shall ev'ryone else.??"I could have a look about. We reverse our Sectors. boys." he pauses to advise Dixon." Mason says. as Mr. with an expressive swing of his Head. and that the measuring device read 8. as if borrowing them from another Tongue. a respected Merchant. till you've spoken into Ear. ever at a distance." He gestures 'round the Room with his head. "Were it Night-time.

Capt. she scowls. graded."Go ahead then. whatever comes to hand. 'twas John Bird. then. Now may he welcome the Obs.?? Clive's in London by the first of August. with dozens of sets of eyes.""Tell me.?? Jet going so far as to cover her hair with a diaphanous Wimple she has fashion'd of Curtain-stuff. Aberration. there will be someone at a Desk. and hear in its Desert Whistle the message Ghosts often bring. "You can tell me freely.