Not choosing to hazard so great a fall, Jack turned to examine the building, to see whether any more favourable point of descent presented itself, but could discover nothing but steep walls, without a single available projection. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. Sebastianus began performing Marina’s last rites.
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