Chapter 59 · for subscribers
Six days ago four men swung a dressed stone off a crane post on a hemp sling and took it up off my face in half a stick past half a stick again, and a mason shouted at me through nine inches of granite about the one wall he had built soft. The post is gone. Two oak sleepers and a lever bed in the place of it, and a stone cut a third heavier lying under a mat on rollers — which is what a man builds when he means a stone to go down once and not come up.
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