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[Robin Landseadel]

	"The Lord's long Night of gaming draws to a close," pronounces
	Squire Haligast, "- the Object in its Journey, comes nigh, among
	the excursions of Chance, the sins of ministers, the inscriptions
	upon walls and Gate-posts,- the birth of the 'Sandwich,' at this
	exact moment in Christianity,- one of the Noble and Fallen for
	its Angel! Disks of secular Bread,- enclosing whilst concealing
	slices of real Flesh, yet a-sop with Blood, under the earthly
	guise of British Beef, all,- but for the Species of course,-
	Consubstantiate, thus ... the Sandwich, Eucharist of this our
	Age." Thereupon retracting his head into the recklessly-toss'd
	folds of his neck-cloth, and saying no more.
	Mason & Dixon, pg. 367