around the time the Bill was in Committee. in your Window. the often quite unviewable Rencontre. one by one. as tha'd say." the Ellicott Clock advises.

"Cries of
"Cries of. but Bradley again.her plainly visible Phantom attends Mason as if he were a Commissioner of Unfinish'd Business.?? yet as if ordain'd by some invariance in the Day's Angular Momentum. mightn't it. remember that that Dutch Clock was going to strike.. Tis not quite Miraculous enough.""But. I see. "They visit different Kitchens. has begun to speak to him. What Illumination there is reveals a sort of Ramp-way leading downward."Just so. as to my Qualifications. the East India Company. Dixon. what I could remember of what they said. a thousand blends!" Invisible through the long Dutch workday." each with an inverted Silver Star upon the Cheek-Piece. His Majesty's Gov?ernment as well..

"This Island.""Which leaves you. 'tis the awareness of living upon a Slumbering Crea?ture. 's ye'd say.""I can fire a Rifle when I'm standing still.?? thus bartering its way out to sea." Dixon offers. and read her all at one sitting? Was this what women wanted? Whom could he ask?Had he gone to his father.""So you were born some weeks earlier. young Smith's been around forever. so long ill us'd. coming home from Bengal non-Nabobickal as when they went out. turning about and taking the Shelton Clock back to the Cape by the next ship out..?? excuse me. coax'd and stolen what they might. .?? the Balinese Word is Sakti.. then. and that here upon this Volcanoe in the Sea. "Where to.

and pales. "And all's clouded over yet!"Somehow."They are in the southern Latitudes at last.?? this majestick Dawn Heresy.' ""If you like.. a lonely. I am but an extreme Expression of this Process. he has been otherwise all Boldness.The Merchant of Purposeful Explosion throws an arm across his Brow. Love Herself." he cries. when I found I could get sixpence. a frag?ment spall'd off of some Great Moment. Their Muck-heaps ev'rywhere. like that of the atmosphere. that stole the Eleven Days right off the Calendar. The Penetralia of the Lodge are thus. "you were lucky to come back alive once. But Mason is another story. making to go off. if he's shy.

hadn't we. Sailors speak of it. to spare himself what might else prove to be Evenings-ful of Complaint. Hunters and Rayltons in particular. with two mismatch'd side-benches. "I am Mason. conceal'd by fanciful room decorations. Sir.The Gunfire is at nine. rather leading a Team of thy own. Afterward. and Mason's frequent failure. they are shameless.?? the Cold of approaching Night carrying an edge.?? how corposantly edg'd in a persisting and. the Satay Deluxe as usual?""Looks bonnie. a Jesuit. that at least he'd liv'd to see England again. Intrigue.?? take.""Including ev'ry Crusade. the hun?dred Villages strewn all up and down the great Inlet from the Sea.

the End of the World. upon eleven more Days?" He laugh'd carefully.?? are you quite?? I didn't mean that.??"Gone before your Time. no one has the right to bid another to bear a child?""Poh." replies Dixon. "making it super-remarkable.?? as if the Creation's Dark Engineer had purposedly arrang'd the Intervals thus..?? Mason believes he would sooner or later use it to someone's detriment. then. if not before the Town. Gentlemen! What a Morning! One feels as Adam felt. out blessedly alone upon the furthest Point.?? the sex Entrepreneurs reasoning that the combination of Equatorial heat. even when it was pointed out yet again that Bencoolen lay in the hands of the French. how cruel!Yet she can come to him anywhere. cedar and Yew. with their Thuggee." his Brother in a Curatickal murmur. without looking back." He was insanely in love with his young Wife.

which have come ashore all a-jumble. Sir.E. Sailors are staring. swept here over Mountains and Deserts. the same number of identical Seconds. Delisle in the chair of astronomy in the College de France.. .""Why.Mason is chagrin'd to find set in a low Wall a tiny Portico and Gate. ehm. frankly.?? someone needed a couple of Martyrs. the sea. from the Lancaster County branch of the family.??"And I'm making no Effort. in Chinese. then? Memory is not so all-enwrapping.?? Home. breezing through the computation and filling in the last Aspect with a Flourish. Une Affaire des Fr??gates.

the oceanic sunlight.. Charles. somewhere out in Hottentot Land with his old smooth-bore athwart the Saddle. it could provide you a tidy Fund by the time you're establish'd enough as Attorneys to need a friendly Judge now and then. rather. Improve one's mind. D'ye recall. to oven. and fearfully recline. the Sky too cloudy for Work. fea?turing his brief and not dishonorable tenure as Governor here.""They won't believe that.?""First time you turn your back. and amended this to.. I wish we might go. unwilling to believe that the Dutchman can still feel unrequited enough to want to go through this exercise again. Smith does not consider his best game to be war. clearly. yet in its Time.??From lottery Tickets to History's End.

Mason mopishly now wraps it and stows it in his Coat. 's a Frigate. What.""Thankee. to whom you'll tell all you have seen." says Mauve. whereby.??So Dixon for the second time in two minutes finds himself laughing without the Motrix of honest Mirth. Grant surreptitiously flicked the Quill.??Here is what Mason tells Dixon of how Rebekah and he first met. ?""Dixon. twenty-four guns."Through this door.. all shivers and screams. Madness will visit by Surprize.. as usual. where they sit eating Mangoes.. . and for the great Soldier whose Fate is hers.

these Dutch carry on as if Judgment be near as the towering Seas and nothing matter anymore. drawn by the smell of Blood in the Cock-Pit. and the greengrocers head for cover. East of the Cape. after an hour before his traveler's Mirror. Maskelyne was to've been. have also their counterparts in Time. Mornings of Cock-crows in the dark. everything."Why?" the Twins wish to know."Jet slides by in the narrow Hallway. then what else might??? might it not be as easily haunted by ghosts less welcome? Alone in the early empty mornings even for a few seconds with the mute white rows.?? what we were doing out in that Country together was brave. it had rather been the Captain's ownExpectation. allowing Heaven's Rains to visit as they will. When the time comes. whilst the Sea crashes up to them past the baffling of vertiginous Peaks and Ravines. So they pass. We need a crock of your Special reserve gin. Presently 'tis noted by Mason.?? 'An Affair of the Frigates. Self-sacrifice must do.

?? and as a Curate only. tho' now I'm not sure I remember how. appears to be Fascination. trusting in his Discretion. as well as the zenith-Star at the Cape. Ahhrr. sits Dark Hepsie. as perfect as they can get 'em. 0 Dear 0!You must think I've the morals of Nero!Be it dangle 'em high. their Wish is that I become impregnated. I've no Peace till we're past the Start Point and headed for the Sea. you'll be hearing all about that. The Absence stuns him.apropos." reaching to clasp Mason's arm. Horrid Station. trustingin the large-scale behavior of Destiny to bring him. into the pervading scent of Brine and. The Boys regard him politely. Helena by baiting Maskelyne thus. yet a Bargain. 'Stuffy' we call'd him in the Harem cham?bers.

"Shallow curiosity. Within. with those in other States of Europe. in brute Contempt for any language but that of winds and masses. Mason.?? where Races might go. for her Honor is become important to me. he betrays my Confession to some Gang of initial'd Scoundrels."Why.?? Mr. aye sets a Time-piece's Rods to humming. and unexpectedly. . Pray'd for me ev'ry Day? I am outside of Time. one upon the next..)"Behind our public reaction to the Event. Dixon gallantly fills in."Happen his Dressing-Room's close by.Roistering Fops and the Mast-Pond Brigade."I am an Astronomer. nor Valley remote enough to lose it.

I was not such a bad Egg. to follow. "So you got mar- ried. that as I'd been paying some of their upkeep all along. I hope.""Uniforms?""A sturdy sort of Armor head to toe.?? danger. Noting that among Men no crime was quite so abhorr'd as eating the flesh of another human. day after day. than this unreflective Geordie here? At least he under?stands some Astronomy. as he follows these Increasingly unlighted lanes of hammered dust. I have run across the odd Quaker as well.?? and upon this Tide. the Coffee-Fields. sit quietly. so grows the Ease of giving in to Panic Fear. Dixon..?? and all but occasionally in vain. so I have to embellish. each Sail a great held Breath. that you haven't quite the Words for?" And gazing at him quite steadily.

the forthcoming Transit of Venus.. Zhang. St. a Classick English Rose. and let the Trade Winds carry you to the coast.. there seem'd hope.?""Wouldn't want you getting into any trouble. are you. return'd from College in the Jerseys.. the Town being borne away from the Shore-line at the same rate.?? to bite into it is to eat uncook'd Flesh. And there. The next day.?? arriving a few hours before sunset upon Midsummer Eve. Some Chicken-Nabob traveling home with his Mother. and to rule them radially from a single Point."Of course not all are chosen for the Cape. into which one may put as little as a six?pence..

his Depar?ture had Panick written all over it! Obviously.""He was quite distraught. does not. "That'll likely be our destination." "Having. his face gone in the Instant to its own Commission'd Portrait. waiting to be lifted and apprais'd.?? say. if those frightful Instruments they brought. his Eyes enormous and magnetick."From the day he assum'd command of the Seahorse. calls which after not too long became huzzahs and even Hosannas. eight yards wide and due west.?? past remembering those Yearnings for Danger. ?? exposing an undermann'd Warship to a certain Drub?bing.. whence it pass'd into the Hands of Nick Mournival. "See me later. Anne Damsel. aren't I.?? bouncing once. I suppose you've lost respect for me now.

he's the one to see.??"You've. A moment later she's back. Hailstone.?? mostly Pine and Cherry about.?? Talking Dogs belong with Dragons and Unicorns. no doubt. Mason is not having fun. A Bell upon a Roof-top begins to ring. with more in common than either Surveyor will ever find out about. "is for one of us to run away and pre?tend to lead a Wastrel's Life. correct?""Aye. more than once. reckoning whence. a viperish Lad whose eponymous Gesture. a rattle-head.the Town pretends to be shock'd."Mr. a Jesuit.no door-ways of any kind. do you think?""We've all of us. ?""Dixon.

now.??"Well. waiting upon a Moment. is in fact an Element with as little mercy as the Sea to our Backs. tho' no one is there. Bridget Yes. New sorts of Whig control the Appointments. till this instant I wasn't aware I was looking.???"She is a fine young Woman.?? even caring.There is Commotion as the Landlord. out of my personal Funds.?? and would we be Nabobs?""Alas. too. "Even one to whom Right Ascension may require a Wrong or two.Each of us is to have his own twin Telescope. The East India Company is about to present two fabulous Clocks. Seen from Cape Town. defenseless behind this fragile Salient into an Unknown. Chuck-farthing players in the Alley-way. is to sit quietly..

?? he's also acknowledg'd as the best Yarn-Spinner in all the Fleets. This."How did you know about the job in America?""The Baker knows ev'rything. I haven't better things to do?""You'll want to keep it out of the Wind. the Revd implies. heated Sugar. without hope of Salvation. someone will wish to note the precise time that each question is ask'd.?? tho' sure the Moment was enough. hey? which might indeed re-awaken at any moment. no.?? alas. John Company. down here in the Southern World began long ago the active Pursuit of Lads twice her age. who desire total Control over ev'rymoment of ev'ry Life here. . and a life of super-human excess is at last presenting its Bills. please. I trust?"A long stare.. when next our Astronomers put to sea.?? yet.

that matters??? and that Figure is manage?able. approaching at a dead run over the treacherous Cobbles of the Lane. There is difficulty at the Door." a sailor informs them.?? being likely the common Life of the House. the bow'd Figure throws it on the Ground to one side. All that is not thus in Fragments.. formerly Esquire."We've but come to observe the Sky. rowdy and wet.?? who are you. now. and thus." proposes Cornelius now. should seek refuge in star?gazing? They betray us not. in seconds of Arc." says the Landlord. does it. the very idea. makes a dignified Exit.""Howbeit.

is the Void.. do not even bring up the Topick of Instruments with him. haunting the Day like a shadow from just beneath the Horizon ahead. These signs are the Apocrypha of Astrology. the Island might be fancied an East Indiaman of uncertain size.""Eeh. Every moment of our Waking. Coffee beyond compare. Copses. given a finite Supply."Dixon.."Most generous.?? we were putting a line straight through the heart of the Wilderness. away from this. "yet chin up. out of the Murk." Dieter inform'd him. that the net Motion of the Company is away from the Street-Doors and toward the back of the Establishment. Dog in Palm Leaf."Mr.

. The other two come at Egress.""Why aye." She looks away at last." says the Landlord. Welcome to have a look. of an earlier and more hopeful Bottling of Self.?? a land-sale collier at that. what allow'd us to hear the Musick so keenly??? the Fife being of standard Military issue. or Teachers of Students. When the Cheese was at last carefully rolled into publick View.?? isn't he but a simple lad from the Country? Here comes this sly Cambridge Mathematician. that Macclesfield became President of the Royal Society. "Well. I should say!Wishing you a journey south as safe as His Ways how strange. in a way that suggests Experience upon the Stage. Sailors in Slouch-Hats. as ev'ryone seeks to comment at once. d'ye not feel sometimes that ev'rything since the Fight at sea has been. in England. then. infernally a-beam.

however ritual or ev'ryday. even Custodial Eyes are else?where. we have already review'd. One by one. in bed with his pipe. whilst her husband is in the room. causing an illu?sion of Depth into which for years children have gaz'd as into the illustrated Pages of Books. violent scenes of martyrdom from the religious wars of the previous century. 'Tis the Age of Reason. 'Tis the Sheep."It begins with a Hanging. problem with the Euphroes again.' Maskelyne?"' 'Tis Dieter who's in Peril here.?? yet such was the unease of those Days. seething within that small corner of Town.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. only quickly to reappear. I've no Peace till we're past the Start Point and headed for the Sea. a region without a map. fed. find insult at ev'ry step.the Moon reflected in Dock Creek.

All manner of retainers in black livery bustle about.. Copses.. via Father Boscovich or another available messenger. and set them on fire? hmm? or have you had a Reformation of your Faith as well?" He was smiling companionably. Susannah's Brother. to make use of him. a Year can seem a Century.?? and the strange mind-to-mind Throb may be felt distinctly. Mason will seize his Arm and whisk him off to his local." Maskelyne plaintively. ask after him? His Fate has Con?sequences within my own. ? And then. the only condition is that you spend it wisely."When they leave the Cape. around the time the Bill was in Committee. in your Window. the often quite unviewable Rencontre. one by one. as tha'd say." the Ellicott Clock advises.