—Rather bleak in wintertime, I should say. Martello you call it? —Billy Pitt had them built, Buck Mulligan said, when the French were on the sea. But ours is the omphalos.
It was war, terrible as an army with banners, and it had the nostalgia of finality; it was the last war, unique, unnumeraled.
Near a shaft fitted with the most improved winding-appliances may be seen another in which men and quartz are raised from a depth of 2,556 feet in a bucket—and that without a swivel at the bucket-head.
The neighbouring towns were jealous of this honourable supremacy.
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