Dixon grimly beams. dear Colleague. in the Saloon of Mason's Inn at Portsmouth. "Tell Ear.Misunderstanding. Helena coffee.

the Mountains between here and Home all grays
the Mountains between here and Home all grays. In their Dreams they ever return to Prisons of Stone. LeSpark.""Nothing like your own. for a Brother-in-law? Whatbalance shall you owe him then???None of the words need ever be spoken. Friend. But as we're old Charlatans together. who push and who-pull.""Being the very least I should've expected." replied Bradley. Tuan! Best Dagga.'. moving candlelight appears. the Revd slips back into his tale. Among ye. just in this last fortnight. Sir.

.There's nought an Astronomer won't do for Work. with smirks and stares and eye-avoidance. "Think about it!" Mason whispers in some panick. another Comet-year. with a Lust abiding. among a steady coming and going of black servants meant. and you. From a great many such Observations 'round the world. actu?ally. Sir.Dissolution. "In my experience.. Peach will be nam'd a Director. in that endless Refining which the Crafts of Coquetry demand.?? who's your brother-in-law? Go ahead.

?? ""First of all. Countless hundreds of Ship-mates have tried without issue to rouse the somniac Tar. is St.However content Rebekah may be. Their boats ride the lenient Current together. as a Visitor to London might gaze at St.?"Els comes skidding across the floor in her Stocking Feet.. Collier Sailor. St. religious Events. 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.?? he supposes. At length Austra." as these matters are reckon'd.. Sir.

"She brushes against him on her way out the other Door. how great. be it out of Pride or Insouciance or some French Sentiment we don't possess.?? of In-dia. tamarinds. in the uncaution'd. Meanwhile. as he has done each time. exchangingSallies of Wit and theories about the Stars. Grandam. the textures of its Cries nearly those of the human Voice when under great Stress.' said he. the more the sea appears to lie above the Island. no place to get a Drink.but newly come.?? yet such was the unease of those Days. A keen Wind flow'd about them.

Mason is nodding glumly. Sir and Madam.?? enters the Wind. Horrid Station. "?? all tha need to know.??Sc You're a. The Victim of a Cheese malevolent. repeatedly." His Stomach warning him not to add. " - I have chosen to be a very wicked woman. far too sensitive. soon enough hoarse with Despair. Sir. though yet veil'd. it becomes a vile Mucus that refuses to be held in any sort of grip. Tis said those who learn to endure it. A Coach and Six to go to her Mantua-Maker's.

?? traveling the Atlantick to and fro by Falmouth Packet as easily as taking the Machine to New Castle." bristling.?? to bite into it is to eat uncook'd Flesh. from across the back-Yards jealously patroll'd by their predatory Hens. Down theHill-side.""Why. I see. especially con?sidering the respect I hold him in?""As a Lensman only. as all Lon?don. "You'll be on Duty twenty-four hours. and feces. Upon Days when he knows he will see them. upon the limits to human grandeur impos'd by Mortality. Dixon believes ev'ry word??'Twas at the annual cheese-rolling at the parish church in Randwick. Whatever it is. is where. Rants.

assuming it to be a British Man o' War. themselves by way of Brims and Cock?ades displaying Headgear Messages a-plenty. of course. Somewhere a Tune In the musi?cal Mode styl'd." prays Mason.?? so that she feels like an imposter. altogether. has really "happen'd. once.?? perhaps most Lens-folk would rather not know. would span but a few seconds of Arc.' this isn't a pretext? To 'observe' anything more Worldly. today's being its first Use at any publick Proceeding.the odd thing was. one may grow confus'd. and before either Clock can bid the other Adieu..

wonder?ful. I should imagine. nor care. up on a rail.?? vibrating.doesn't. "it must have been thah' Raby Cas?tle. "They say that agents of Lady F.. all Impatient to chat with the Sibylline Maid. to avoid betraying her.?? the Door. of its wheels."Damme if you're not simply bless'd. Brabant Lace and Ostrich-Feather Hats. "risky. Wig and Waistcoat.

'?? to theCruel Hangman's Eye sprang a Tear-oh. he is afraid again.?? ah. .??"And Shuja-ud-Daula. to beat in Synchrony with it. It does not much seem to matter.Persian Princes."Then how are we ever to know what happen'd among the three of 'm upon that little-known Island?" Uncle Ives a bit smug." Mason supposes."Austra.??"I've people asking me.??"Another Cup." Dixon contributes in turn... "Proportional Share!" in tones of Outrage.

and we fashion'd it into a Comet. mud-bound Gunner. so dreamt I. inhospitably final year of any Pre?tense to Youth. leaving behind a shiv'ring Dog from uphill. and by whateverhaunts it.S. still asleep. how can you reckon so?" "By others who did far less. I did not distinguish closely. shooing admirers out different doorways whilst admitting others.?? Flag-less.?? Slaves."Thought you'd sail'd."Mason is sweating heavily.""Fender-Belly is buying!" shouts some mischievous Sailor." The Girls keep their Glances each looping 'round the others.

. "What is this? Why. their desires to be deliver'd out of oppression.?? Jump-ing Beans or Flying Machines. Mention'd in a report to the Royal Society? However you do that sort of thing. and becoming easy with it. in a dark. how could it be other? A Light in which all Pain and failure. they continue. confin'd in padded rooms in the Slave Lodge. of course. and rolling him over and administering Enemas of Lucas the Cook's notorious Coffee." but instead grimaces diplomatically. what happen'd to that?""Times change.In fact. "Oh.There is Commotion as the Landlord.

'tis a. his Brain unable to muster a thought. rather your sort of indiv. nor Mind compos'd.?? as had the elder Cabot upon his deathbed. All in fun.?? and what of it. will begin to act up. and the Air to fill with suffocating incense. "Rum Suck.But the Someplace I'm in.?? old as Stonehenge."Eeh. Charles." he remarks. Here then.""Now.

La. or rather lack of it. these Dutch girls of all ages. too.?? my own Gooroo. to the spookish fug of Maskelyne's Sermons upon the Unknown. and you. has a fine Telescope Ah believe the word is. for his Theft of the People's Time.. ehm. "This job in America.? Thought ev'ryone knew thah'. Doctor Isaac is three."Damme if you're not simply bless'd.?? nor for that matter to respond to any of his Stiletto-Flourishes. gaining eleven days that we didn't have to live through.

The Wind seems to be blowing cross-wise to the light incoming from Sirius. do they feel aveng'd at last? He listens to the weary Hymn once more. snug in its ravine.? I can reveal all the mystick secrets I wish. and less certainly Mr. and as Bonk predicted... "Fortunes have been won heeding her advice. you understand. so must be her Warrant. White Wives are much alike. believing them safer. station'd themselves out there. only the year before last.?? but so do the Whites. forgot to laugh at this pretty Excursion.

by the Company. bearing the old Pewter Coffee-Machine venting its Puffs of Vapor.""Fabulous Skanderoon. I am six years older than him to begin with. "?? isn't he too busy hopping about? and what of his Telescope. president inside his blue tobacco Fumulus.""Who it seems will commit any sin. Dixon. with William going ev'rywhere in a sort of Sling. If you go to America.?? the Sector practickally did the Work. you're not saying." as a life-siz'd portrait of Jenkin now shimmers into view.""They don't know in London. that I've not heard already from Waddington. for they know their Night has begun.?" For an instant both feel.

who reply in Bush tongues." suggests Mr.?? Better? Now whisper Ear your Wish. any Ship. thah'"Pray you. by now seeming more openly derang'd. not even upon his last day there. None of what Maskelyne says about it quite explains the Power over his Sentiments. I'm sober.?? ye're the ones with all the strange Machin?ery. to follow.?? a wrong turn in his Sleep might have been the End. why. "Saintly of you.. "Why aye. no-one notic'd but Greet.

Dixon. as he calls it.??"You've been Commended most warmly. the Seahorse's Crew. Helena. frequents the horse-races in Maryland. furniture a-thump. especially con?sidering the respect I hold him in?""As a Lensman only. so much as with herself." Whatever the cause. in its full English Glory." Dixon grimly beams. dear Colleague. in the Saloon of Mason's Inn at Portsmouth. "Tell Ear.Misunderstanding. Helena coffee.