178 for fate and ban. But this was an
evanescence, and quickly repented of, as
it were, by an immitigable look, pinching
and shrivelling the visage into the momentary
semblence of a wrinkled walnut.
178 for fate and ban. But this was an
evanescence, and quickly repented of, as
it were, by an immitigable look, pinching
and shrivelling the visage into the momentary
semblence of a wrinkled walnut.

Transcribed by: John Bryant