Over one of the pinnacles of the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then newly born and newly risen. It's infernally provoking. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. "Quilt Arnold, is that you?" "It is, Sir," sputtered the janizary.
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