The sun with accelerated pace abandoned the horizon, so that the darkness of night entering by the unsashed skylights of the ruins, mingled with the gloom shed by the dense foliage which served for curtains.

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… manned by the queerest old carles, who by way of salute as the boat touched our side, shuffled off their Faroish caps in a very undignified manner.

Hang on. Let me check.