See, from afar, yon Rock that mates the Sky, / About whoſe Feet ſuch Heaps of Rubbiſh lye: / Such indigeſted Ruin; bleak and bare, / How deſart now it ſtands, expos'd in Air!

Zee, he continued, cockleert be on the creep.

We now had the whole day on our hands, and we wandered aimlessly around the town until we found a cafétéria tucked away in a side alley near the town centre.

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