Nothing but more swash and click, until l heard... “Eurah!” Crunching! There it was: a definite crunching.

Ah! vvas it not enough that thou / By thy eternall glorie didſt outgo me?

And now thir way to Earth they had descri'd, / To Paradise first tending, when behold / Satan in likeness of an Angel bright / Betwixt the Centaure and the Scorpion stearing / His Zenith, while the Sun in Aries rose […]

She frowned when I told her the news.