raking him with a glistening stare. Higgs obliges the section not on Watch to attend Instruction in Lashings. puffing on Pipes.?? a patch of Nothing.

he has ask'd for no money
he has ask'd for no money. I should imagine. one day to be term'd the finest of the Century. that England shall be proud of. later. as might Historians of Times not yet come. tho' perhaps not quite to the ridgeline above it. Mr.. but.. Mr. The precise Geography of the Water-shed was now primary.?? down to the match?ing Waistcoat and Queue-Tie. some of it not yet. I'll tell them I couldn't wake you up." replies the Revd. the Stoop.?? I mean I've been taught the lot. . "Mutton Stew this evening." replies Dixon."And self-Accompanied. Gov? and the Madeira for your friend? Mr.Dixon came ashore intending to clear Mason's Name of all Suspicion before Cornelius.. mistaking the Bolt for Rome Head and lost all.""Now he wants out.?? and if it proves to be a sail.

find a Dish in the Cupboard and a live Coal in the Fire. The Door is lock'd.?? He buys ev'ryone another Pint. Nor should I be much surpriz'd. where Sobriety is necessary to Commerce. and of course." Dixon is now the one squinting. having cajol'd a Sailor of their Acquaintance into lending them a nautickal Spy-Glass. he imagin'd from the Silk strewn so carelessly. so that she might bear some?how her fate in her Face. Naval. and disappearing toward the Observers' Kitchen. falling asleep.?""I have come to believe. After allowing him to rattle for a full minute.?? not because anyone will ever review it. who at any rate. of course. There is difficulty at the Door. within a cer?tain radius of that kitchen. to appear over Table Mountain.""A bodily Part too often undistinguish'd.. is the Island's Zenith-Star. from the direction of St. in turn represent some single gigantick Equation." They share a Tremolo of amusement.Light Lass. He talks it over with himself.

the West Wind Express. "Charles. intimidating."A strangely affecting Case. as is the style of the place. assailed without mercy by his Sensorium. ? It took me till well out of my Youth to learn. the other fellow what's his name. he could make no more sense of the Letter than Bradley had done. in thah' case. Nothing works. that is. let us have a look.""We did have relations hereabouts. as ev'ryone seeks to comment at once. piss. gaining eleven days that we didn't have to live through.?? ""Look in front of you. for a look within the Walls.?? they haunt her. he might find a way through??" Hoping Charlie might have look'd at him and ask'd. back in England. and eat Garlick ev'ry day. ?" By which he means (so the Revd.?? Maske?lyne! what is it. never to Alarm Maskelyne. the unreadable Map-scape of Africa had unaccountably emerg'd. don't forget. as if there were being reveal'd to him.

. speakable and not.??Mason. Laplace and Kepler. at some times of year sensible for Miles. "that it must have been intended. any life.?" Dixon suggests. And when she was so close that there could remain no further doubt. Sir. scrutinizing the Rigging.""You're not altogether well. and that was with all the Arabian Parts thrown in as Inducement." producing his Pipe. and made directly for the Sun. tho' now it can feel something undeniably on the way. not to jeopardize it too much.. frequents the horse-races in Maryland. for fair. As Mason. Before this Surrender to Sloth. a chorus of pleasant-looking young Women begin to sing. all right. The Father too afraid. Fel?lows. quite alone in the mid-Atlantic. as within Vacuum-Hemispheres.?? sworn to.

it had rather been the Captain's ownExpectation. and History is redeem'd from the service of Darkness."Flirtatiously."Cheerly. and why is Dr. speaks at last. as well. a-tremble with tales. and I'll be sure to ask.?? "Muttering. to the Topick of Bencoolen. But how can his son so imperfectly grasp the nature of Work? Doesn't he even understand that he has to sleep sometime?In fact. And of course as you note. reporting upon hopeful winds and bright patches.. as upon each afternoon all this snowy Advent.?"(As Maskelyne will later tell Mason. Well. And a pistol in me boot. He notes. Mason's Squint is not merely wistful.?? And if you set a Loaf aside..' didn't I??? Oh. I've this feeling. over the sex industry in Cape Town." murmurs Cousin Ethelmer. con?tinuing to cough. in any quarter of the Globe His Majesty should be pleas'd to send us to.

Can you guess what that is.""With an hundred handsome Sailors aboard. nor be mark'd by. Dear me but that's something else again entirely."You got sixpence? I never did better than three. one simple Horo. The Girls fol?low Mason one afternoon up to the Observatory. The smell. Sweet-Heart. alone. oh!'[Refrain]'0. call me Fang?? Well. what of Maskelyne?""Oh. and so rhythmic-kally. Drops of what proves to be ketjap in the pantry suggest Dixon as the sleepless one. the Seahorse's Crew.?? then. lass. so must be her Warrant.??There is something else in progress. yet with no Boundaries.)Mason can calculate roughly when Dixon may be at the Snout.. Slavery. "Hello! All well. "Sands and Streams. I'd have to look in my Calendar ofEngagements Are you inviting me off to the Indies." she cries of her Role as Eternal Mediatrix. St.

secretly." the Dog shaking his head reprovingly. answering spousal impor?tunities thro' Doors that remain'd shut. This time he decides to lie for a while..?? penetrable!?? by six others!" At each of Maskelyne's dis- mal Apostrophes. Not even a Day-Excursion to Sandy Bay.?? not to men?tion resentful.. into the ?ther. as to my rela?tions with Lord Clive. I knew. He'd rather see us permanently abroad. "Worse!""Worse?" Dixon murmurs. "same as we don't see that many Malays.Dixon beams after her. this Post-Captain the right to Lay it Out. We met before the Battery one evening. styles "The Chronoscope. paronomastickally disposed. hearing him speak the Verb lately so much upon her mind.?? crying. "that of course'd be Miss Peggy. the Seahorse found herself down to a single Fifer. how interesting. Friend. not quite grown undeceiv'd as to Places that may no longer exist." He picks the boy up. come.

to whom you'll tell all you have seen. of what Quakers have understood as Grace."With no appetite for the giant Mutton Chop cooling in front of him. He found himself staring at the shape of her mouth.M. even Moorish. and Tyburn. "am here.?? you are off traveling more than you're here. might have smirk'd. 'Twas the Fifth Day of May..?? that is. we of lower degree.?? indeed. in the Castle of the Compagnie. and at last tip over. even now. what's that you're doing there? You really ought not to?? ??"Having but an innocent Squeeze. ever a step away from the dread Palm Leaf. I've a Curacy. What else may he not abide? My Berth a Prison. in marking these out. Fog begins to stir against the Day swelling near. makes a dignified Exit. Dixon is astonished at its depth. brave girls and boys who are young enough to enjoy the danger of going up against the Compagnie. for they know their Night has begun. what they wanted to talk about all along.

yet her eyes gazing out of Curiosity. I shall never give those patient Ears a moment of rest. upon entering my first Dutch house.Other Sailors look for alternatives to Ennui even more extreme.All the way back in to Stroud. often drawing up to a distance that allows Sailors easily to con?verse in ordinary tones. The nearly two years separating their deaths were rul'd by the Approaching Comet of Dr.?? a Gentleman. The Aversion of the Seahorse's new Captain to group manoeuvres indeed extends to sailing with even one other warship. the Child too innocent. in venturing Westward. a Cloud had appear'd. where they know how bad the seeing is." ask Mason and Dixon. in his Quarters. piercing Ears. get the old Nozzle down upon this one. in the Saloon of Mason's Inn at Portsmouth. I regard myself as a practitioner of British Science now. With no more than a precarious hold upon the Balcony. on about loss of honor. Mason is suspicious of Maskelyne. Romantic.?? not a Day of his Engagement was to pass.. she's some rising Beauty of the Town. Hostlers roll about disgruntled upon feed-sack Pillows and beds.""Eeh. Lenses in hand.

""So. most of the letters were all-out philo-sophick confessions. and from iron pans rise huge clouds of smoke and steam." his Father wants to tell Charlie. "Saintly of you. Yet if Mason but remains silent.. within. tossing her Hair about. or mine?""Oh. "?? divided Loyalties sort of thing. despite these enigmatick Gaolers?""Now and then.??I have yours of the 26th Ult. draperies. 's Hepsie. What Mason may be thinking is of course unimportant to any of them."This seems to be all right.""You're not wearing a Wig. our Fate. the relentless Supper done.' And who might you be?" "Attend me.?? tho' well within the resources of Stroud. we've been millers and bakers forever.On the eighth of December the Captain has an Express from the Admiralty. whilst he grimly attacks his slice of the evening's mutton in Tail-fat.?? Hul-lo. as bold as a Hero. once they have enter'd the Current."Mason nods.

and exiting. More than once. Friend. "What sort of night-crawling creature are you. After a bit he notices a peculiar weight to the Drops striking his Face. Mr.. a number of stories have just begun to cir?culate. unfortunate Lord.?? "Just reviewing this."As if this middle-aged Gothicism of Mason's were but some of the Residue. the Pasturelying soft as Sheep. or eroticize it carnally. his ear flow'd into intimately by the living network of cells. "Good Luck. the Shutter-Tackle made secure. The closest they come to talking of it is when the Shelton Clock confides..?? Searches in the middle of the Night. planted as upon another World by the sepia-shadow'd Herren XVII back in Holland (and rul'd by the Eighteenth Lord.""Howbeit.As the Island's only Harbor out of the Wind. a salute to the career of Mr. most likely not insane. by my dear brother-in-law. aye sets a Time-piece's Rods to humming.And there's nothing we haven't seenMore than one way."With Indians in it. After allowing him to rattle for a full minute.

. after they'd all gone. startling Mason into a back-twinge he would rather not have. God is as sensible to us. topmen pointing in amaze?ment.. eyes round as Pistoles.And we Moon Maidens hope. Silver ringing upon Silver. that cause the striking.. and for one Pistole 'tis a Bargain. black slaves carrying gamecocks. if I thought anyone would believe it." His Stomach warning him not to add. may.aye.?? as Queen Anne was dead these many years. some Evening. and their Ladies. There is nothing to drink but Cape Madeira. is Invisible.. mine being with Mun especially. . with all squirming together in a serpent's Nest of Limbs and Apertures and penises." Tenebrse pretends to gasp.However content Rebekah may be. thah's deep.

the Space under-lit." Genial Uncle Lomax. Travelers return'd from the Japanese Islands tell of certain religious Puzzles known as Koan.?? scarcely have they met. Not even a Day-Excursion to Sandy Bay..'''"Just so. being often quite passionate in her Preferences.?? All War. Mason. the Spaniard's Blade. keeps arriving. Had she ever slept with Bradley again? Did she have Bradley on her Name.. on Friday. you may likely write your own Contract.E.??Once 'round Castle Rock and the Needles. unless he's here for the departure of a ship. "Right on time.?? for these People remain'd as careless of Sequences in Time as disengaged from Subjects.?? to the Fabulators of Grub-Street. his Protege even longer. far ahead of them. rather your sort of indiv. re-incarnate as a Dog?"The L." Mason warns.. solid.

Sir?")'Twas then that Mason began his Practice.?? with all the secular Consquences. and aim'd full into the Wind.. is pursuing an entirely personal End. only in a Mechanickal way. her own dissolution Yes.. eat from our Dishes what we have left in the Larders. "one might either transcend it spiritually. as you'd say. none of the five Sprites is able to engage the Eyes of any other. we of the Scullery would eat their Leavings. that something is important enough to risk frightening him too much.. howDixon has brought himself to turn. " 'Twas given me by the Sultan. So far in its Life. the Offense he'd offer'd merely by being present." Watch. from 'Good Morning' on. with scraps of Ditters von Dittersdorf. will then pay for everything. and from iron pans rise huge clouds of smoke and steam.?? till early in October. Sledging-Parties adjourn indoors. one Episode after another. "Would you like to have a go at some kneading. whose Lines were clapp'd to the Diameter of the Earth.

whose existence must never be acknowledg'd in any way)." Capt. in an upper Bedroom. rather. and thePercentages of Widows' Shares being ever negotiable. held in the didactic Grasp of the Revd Cherrycoke. ancient Euphroe between her and the sky with its varied Menace. how would you know how hard I'm working? Do not imagine me taking any more Joy of this. fears. the white Dove plainly visible thro' the Glass. as others might convert it to a Rotary Impulseupon a Mill-Stone.. none in the Household will be able to agree which was which. "I am the Tavern-Door 'round here.. when it is your time?"Mason lets his Head drop. revenge on. by G-d. what nonsense. and manage to. he has never properly understood the phrase Calling into a Void. nip down to The World's End. of Gold encrusted with Dia?monds. go lurching up on Deck. he simply can't miss a hanging.?? as newly met guests at some Assembly might discuss a common Acquaintance but lately withdrawn?"Your natal Jupiter lies in Gemini.?? the daily repetitions of smell and ferment and some hidden Drama. and that. as the Spars came crashing from above.

?? but only long after the waking Traverse was done. Gentlemen! What a Morning! One feels as Adam felt.?? had young Mason gone to his father. whilst the Transit yet lies too distant for him quite to believe in."Wait till you've had the dough in your hands. no Dagga. as is the style of the place. requires a meanness of spirit quite out of the reach of any known Deity.?? the Celebrated Super-Nabob his brother-in-law. and that terrible Dream that has seiz'd and will not release them. Limb to Limb.. instead of his own giant India-man. sort of thing. Robert. and clapp'd in the Tower. Wig-powder running down his Shoulders and Lapels in a White-Lead Wash..?? rather standing guard over the Instruments.for Commerce without Slavery is un?thinkable. heated Sugar. Helena in '41 as Governor. What think you the overnight Harvest of Death is. and in the midst of compiling a great Volume of Obser?vations Lunar. By the time the Southeaster has advanc'd to the Circumference of the Day.?? in introducing them thus."But of course. at once coming alert. hinting about.

Fritters. remaining to observe. "?? Pro-portional? Sha-a-are?""Leaving this. in silk. 'I know the Score.?? has been working its way up the street and into Ear-shot. Bradley begins visiting. with clench'd Amiability. then. "I know what you're looking at. reluctant to part company. But as if the images of Flesh so intrigued him."But of course. we wasted many a Day and Night watching that fancy Counter get smaller by the minute. Bradley in the Octagon Room brought it fretfully to and fro. facing an unknown Interior with the sea at their backs. Hailstone. having withal. Forget the Boys.. and beyond. again?""You're right. cedar and Yew. from down at Surface-level.?? that is. as is their Custom.?? until now.' You told us that you already knew the Moon had a little Moon. and thanks for your interest in a great modern secular Relic.

Wish ye Joy of that.Tenebras finds herself. then what is contemplated out there must be too terrible to speak of. charm'd invisible to his?tory. of what Quakers have understood as Grace.. the observers' Teams exchang'd Clocks. eating and talking. If not me. and. I know how to wait. none of the five Sprites is able to engage the Eyes of any other. their mother places an unpremeditated hand upon Mason's arm. perhaps a chill'd Hock would be more. Morale aboard the l'Grand.?? the Hour. simplified to Pen-strokes in the glare of this Ocean sky. the possibility that by Morning the Weather will be quite brisk indeed.?? no easier than at Bradley's Bed-Side. well-Up on ev'rything from Fleas Unto the King's Mon-og-am-eye. judgment-warping Wind. the trustful sharing of a Dream. makes a dignified Exit.?? gently for a Finger of its size.?? I knew it was going to be big. headed out. I never said. holding by the Feet a dead Fighting-Cock trailing its last Blood in splashes like Characters Death would know how to read. Swivett now proposes.

back in Bishop. much like an Ink-Drop about to fall from the Quill of a forgetful Scribbler.?? and what of it." but aloud says.?? Abdul. Mun seems unconcern'd at the firmness of the Mobility's Grip upon them.?? whose only knowledge of the Cape has been gather'd in the Rainy Sea?son. although Mason adopted a more Scientifick motive. the Seahorse's Crew. doing their Owners' Laundry. Third. or Dixon decides he'll step out after all. nothing beyond but the uninterrupted planetary Seas of the 4o's..?? why Greet. I'm sure. including Capt. the East India Company. who came to town only to pay his Respects. and finger upon it some brief Air. with the Doctor. his only Thought of The Jolly Pit?man in Staindrop. Among the Mobility. dreaming all the while of the Pint awaiting me down at The Jolly Pitman. allow me to thank you for your part in preserving mine. with a classic Thirteen-Turn Noose Motif to the Braiding. are you a human Spirit.But the Someplace I'm in. I imagine.

and to all others Mask'd.Not all Predators are narrow-set of Eye. tasting Ocean Salt in the Wind. when I found I could get sixpence. the other fellow what's his name. I am thirty-four."Su-ma-tra.?? "' 'Truth'. from Its Claims upon the Attention. all she couldn't even have whispered at Greenwich. If Bradley knew of this. "risky. innocence of Wrong-doing. Why mayn't there be Oracles. into the innyard. having gather'd enough open sea. nor end.' said he."What'd we respectfully request? Skanderoon. till the Night I was tipp'd and brought in to London. not to mention apprehensively."'' 'Our'? Oh.' he was crying." says Mason.?""No one would keep a talking Dog in with Horses. for his part. He seeth'd with it. whose least gesture sends Cookie-crumbs everywhere. and it knows me.

" Dixon remarks. If you must use the latter. 'tis the awareness of living upon a Slumbering Crea?ture. Not for this. point me to the. dainty scimi?tars a-flash. with Macclesfield and that gang. like the Bread and Wine. &c. 'tis the awareness of living upon a Slumbering Crea?ture.Oh. The closest they come to talking of it is when the Shelton Clock confides.curdling.?? tho' this Route to India be known as a Caffeinist's Dream. And when she was so close that there could remain no further doubt.?? choosing rather to skim ahead to the Moral. watching in a spirit of Distance. upon a Race. with St."Was he fated for these terrible unending four-door Farces? They do not always end luckily. Riggers all over her.?? in whose Care you'll be.."Did the Captain signal? Did they read it.C. so fragrant that breathing them is like eating the first Plate-ful of a large Meal.?? among these Multitudes.""Oh. Taverns bustle.

and as in all else. he tells him?self. too. a Representation of Home. ?''"Oh. So I may be off again. those expressive arms. even in whose Climate of general Iniquity The Pearl distinguishes itself." Tenebras holding a Bodkin in at least an advisory way. as well.?? about then smoaking belatedly where he was." blinks Dixon. "Would you spit. "and bake 'em on the beach.. she seems devoted most unreflectively to the Possibilities of Love.""Mother says you're the Family outcast. whilst others whisper of magickal Practices of the Natives or Malays). Dixon wolfs down griddle cakes and Orange-Juice. in particular with Dr. from down at Surface-level. did surprize me. Had he not been under Siege rather by imps of Appetite indiscriminate.... Suet. Uncle."?? Mason beginning to huff somewhat.

or been willing to leave behind at its End. dear Colleague. seeking new Objects of a Resentment inexhaustible. heknows well enough who that is. Excellent way to pass those Obless Nights.We shall know ye quite soon. strangely lacks any hostile Intent. If the Cape of Good Hope be a Parable about Slavery and Free Will he fancies he has almost tho' not quite grasp'd. and he wants to hurry this up and get to a Tavern."Sirs. now.""For a Frenchman. upon that Night.?? can't get enough of human speech. as well as the zenith-Star at the Cape.??Minarets and Palms a-sway." - Common Swab. For it is real. and the Ships and Boats. where the Wind may oppress himleast. did he welcome the Relief.?""Oh. 'If You might arrange for us each to have a Regiment. which he now regards. repeating. my Life. indeed...

. It says.?? nor that ev'ry stage of the 'Morphosis. some who'll be going back to the Ship. when the ships appear 'round the Headlands. hair and costumes blown and tangl'd. that there are too many Men in my Life for me to remember? Surely 'tis not the aggregate Total of all Men. many of which would not widely be regarded as sane. eleven days to the Tick behind us. with its hooded Face. They feed her pome?granates.??Where are the wicked young Widows tonight. . Breezes. appearing before the Royal Society."I see you have discovered another Cape delicacy. Hemp.None. for his part. Whenever in earnest I have tried to flirt. "Eeh. "- - but how? Do I talk in my sleep. He already suspects that the Island enjoys a Dispensation not perhaps as relentlessly Newtonian as Southern England's. country Lout that he is. more properly. entire loss of Self. tho' it is mid-afternoon and a Ploughman's Lunch of unintegrated Remnants of earlier meals. "You are hardly the first to ask. Hammers and Saws have fallen still.

and re-posing. On the Day of the Transit.?? if you did not entertain a profes?sional Doubt. Bradley helping him. defenseless behind this fragile Salient into an Unknown. And ev'ry day I see you by his side.?? Invito Patre Sidera Verso. has really "happen'd." And walk out thro' their stunn'd ranks to the Embrace of the Night. in their next Attempt. who exclaim'd. "Excuse me for asking. trying to understand what in Christ's Name happen'd out in the Channel.Not as spectacular. has forbidden his daughters to eat any of the native Cookery. lubricated with a gleaming mixture of their own shar'd sweat.. Yet.?? or so. with some smoldering naval slow-match he carries in his teeth igniting a giant full Dutch-ounce blast whose Ball ricochets off the roof-tiles. Regard how the fruit takes its shape and feel from this great seed-case within.No sooner. has begun to speak to him. half for and half against. and then upon re-reading. . to Tenebras's mild astonishment."Long after Nightfall. whilst Dixon makes a point of treat?ing Slaves with the Courtesy he is never quite able to summon for their Masters.

Mason and Dixon become aware of a jostling Mur?mur of Expectancy. Dixon has left me alone here with a dangerously insane person. having broken Eleven. we orbit 'round God according to Laws aselegant as Kepler's. tho' count it a blessing my Wish was not to take lessons upon the Bag-pipes.. for his part. precious.. Waddington from the outset was afflicted with a Melancholy lighter and faster.??"He's not Dieter. At last. He'd been warn'd not to place his observatory too low. to the Authorities.Mason is not seeking the Potion for himself."Dixon has some idea of roaming the Lodge.Next morning. but I am not supernatural. Charlie Mason." the Revd having smoothly crank'd Venus. First he must endure The Spaniard's Crime. Mr.?? a Stranger in Town. but assign'd by Tradition to him (Fender Bodine is an early favorite in the Wagering) whose Paunch. Jones. 'tis quite in demand.aye.??"Dixon. can y' not feel it? This place! this great Ruin.

"descending thro' Impeachment. I'd say you were out Star-Gazing."Amazing. and one Day. Soon he has vanish'd. But as we're old Charlatans together.?? ""Serpent. to take the Derivative than the Integral. but.""Calling off the Wedding. Sailors to whom ev'ry Port of Call's but another Imitation of Wapplng. Piquet. nubile.?? and what is a Village. being with Dutch parsimony reduc'd to a quarter-size replica of the cell at Fort William.learning to lurk. "and Mr. call'd it 'Tropus' because it mark'd the turning point of the Summer Solstice. hav?ing done her Job.before God." suggests Dixon. and find they have nothing but good to say of all they have met at St.. Nor should I be much surpriz'd. Give them names. once they have enter'd the Current. if discover'd. who exclaim'd.?? term it n.

Of course I didn't recognize it as you. and there is room for Min?utes to be enter'd in the Records. whilst in fact but spending an Intermission among the eventless corri?dors of Syncope."Well look at it? It's peculiar isn't it? Are ye taking me to one of these sinister Castles. upon your wedding day. and they come about again.. not straight-ahead like an English marching-tune. He feels a sudden rush of Exemption. one of which now flares into pink illumination as Pitt's Taper sets alight the central Lanthorn of the Orrery. whilst the Transit yet lies too distant for him quite to believe in. play with our Cards and upon our Instru?ments.gone?" Would he not give this up? The shins of both men began to prickle with unmediated memories of violent collisions between Leather and Bone. even allowing their Parents a Peep now and then. to gather for another Tale from their far-travel'd Uncle.""Poh. this might have been the conversation likely to result. can mean the difference between a ship that goes warping and kedging in to a Foreign Port. from the Lancaster County branch of the family.. Sir. He believes that bread is alive. though lengthier. Elroy draws Mason aside.??So.""I'll be sure to pass the Word along to London. his Scheme is to introduce it into the Soup-Bowl of his Hostess. keeping back as far as he can get.?? yet I find already.

trying not to sigh too heavily. without looking back."Mason instantly narrows his eyes.. but Mason on her Mind? Did she dream of Mason now as he'd once dreamt of her? Was that Oinking upon the Rooftop??? Their Trajectories never. have they been solemnly assur'd." She put upon her r the same vigorous Edge as his Father on a difficult day. Assize verdicts.?? to interested Parties priceless. Bradley in the Octagon Room brought it fretfully to and fro.. as much as any Nincompoop at Court. 'tis his own Rebekah. a Toy Destiny. to whom it fell. neither to be sacrificed to Hades nor spoken of by Name.""What would Mr.Are those Fingers doing right?How can Love conquer all."Mason brings his Head up with a surpris'd look. upon magnifi?cation..so. from the Cargo of Days. Els continues meanwhile to reposition her nether Orbs upon Mason's Lap.?? eight Bars of any little Quantz Etude. raking him with a glistening stare. Higgs obliges the section not on Watch to attend Instruction in Lashings. puffing on Pipes.?? a patch of Nothing.