luminous it was evening A arranger atra agor up preached proa chod tho the cyclist sir ho be eald sold your beacon haa has ceased its function sir ft your illuminator I 1 say Is 1 shrouded Bh in unmitigated oblivion 4 t W but really I 1 dont bulte tho the of efful fulgence Renco of 0 your irradiator hae bus evanos ced my dear follow I 1 tho the transversal eta ether ar in your have acea als f juet just then a boy shouted HI III min 1 lor ter your lamps cutill out and the cyclist rit dite bits