But the duvlim sulph was in Glugger, that lost-to-lurningº. Punct. He was sbuffing and sputing, tussing like anisine, whipping his eysoultº and gmatsching his teats over the brividies from existers and and the outher liubbocks of life. To part from theesº, my corsets, is into overlusting fear. Acts of feet, hoof and jarrety. Djow Djowl, uphere!
Aminxt that nombre of evelings, but, how pierceful in their sojestiveness,º were those first girly stirs, with zitterings of flight releashedº and twinglings of twitchbells in rondel after,º with waverings that made
shimmershake rather nightilyº all the duskscendedº airs and shylit beaconingsº from shehind hims back. Sammy, call
on!º Bopeeps, she was shuffering all the diseasinesses of the unherd of. Mary Louisan Shousapinas! If Arck could no more salve his agnolsº from the wiles of willy woollyº woolf! If all the signelle signics of her dipandump helpabit could not that glugg to catch her by the calour of her brideness! Not Rose, Sevilla nor Citronelle; not Esmeralde, Pervenche nor Indra; not Viola even nor all of them four themes over. But up tighty in the front, down again in the loose, drim and drunning on her back and a pop from her whistle.º What isº that, O holytroopers?
Heº askit of the |ahootheda| fireshield but he it was untergone into the matthued heaven. He soughed it from the luft but that bore ne mark ne message. He luked upon the flore floregrund where barely his corns were growning. At last he listed back to beckline how she pranked alone so johntily.
With nought a wired from the wordless either.
Ah ho! This poor Glugg! It was so said of him about of his old fontmouther. Truly deplurabel! A dire, O dire! And all the freightfulness freightfulnessº whom he inhebited after his colline born janitor. Sometimeº towerable! With that hehry antletsº on him and the baublelight bulching out of his socketsº whiling awayº she sprankled his allover with her noces of interregnation: How do you do that lack a lock and pass the poker, please: so that Glugg, the poor one, in that limbopool which was his subnesciousness he could scares of all knotknow whither his murder had bourst a blabber orº if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearlyº his skool missed her. |aAh, ho!a|
The yeung frilles-in-pleyurs are now showen drawen, if bud one, or, if in florileague, drawens up at the rare sight of their commoner guardianº. Her boy fiend,º or theirs, if they are so plurielled, cometh up as a trapadour sinking how he must fendº for himself by gazework what
their colours wear as they are all showen drawensº up. He will angskt of them from their commoner guardian, who is really the rapier of the two |aespaciallyºa| for he
|abandished bandishesºa| it with his hand the hold |atime: time, a simply
gratiousº:a| Hast thou feel liked carbunckley ones? Apun which theirs
is a little tittertit of hilarity and he is atvoiced by their toots enssembled to go to troy and harff a freak at himself by all that' that's toryº to the ulstramarines.
|aSo off for his topheetuck the rogue made raid, aslick aslegs |bcould wouldb|
run,º and he ankered on his hunker with the belly belly prest. Asking: |bWhere's What'sb| my muffinstuffinaches for theaseº times? To weat: Breath and
whatarcurss. Then breath less more bother and more whatarcurss. Then no breath no bother but worrworrums.º And Shim shallave shome.a|
|aSo Finmicina As Rigagnolinaºa| to Montagnone, what she |ameant meanedºa| he |adid not know could not cana|. All she meaned was |amultimoney golten sylvupºa|, all she meaned was |aa nyums nyum nyam some knight'sº ploung jamna|. If he'd lonely talk instead of only gawk and if he wooed not woory so!º
— Have you monbreamstone?
— Or Hellfeuersteyn?
— Or Van Diemen's coral pearl?
He has lost.
Yet, ah tears, who can her mater be? She'dº promised he'd eye her. To try up her pretti. But now |ahe's it'sa| so longed and so fared and so forth.
Poor Isad sits a glooming,º so gleaming in the gloaming. She is fading out like Journee's clothes so you can't see her now. Still we know how Day the Dyer works, in dims and deeps and dusks and darks. And among the shades that Eve's now wearing she'll meet anew fiancy, tryst and trow. For though she's unmerried she'll after
truss up and help that hussyband how to hop. Hip it and romp it and chirrub and sing |afor.a|
|aLorda| Chuffy's |anow skya| sheraph and Glugg's got to swing.
So and so, toe by toe, to and fro they go round, forº they are the ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may, for they are an angel's garland.
Catchmire stockings, libertyed garters, shoddyshoesº quicked out with selver. Pennyfeirº caps on pinnyfore frocks and a ring on her somefing finger. And they leap so looply, looply, as they link to light. And they look so loovely, loovelit, all in a nuptious night. Withasly glints in. Andecoy glants out. They ramp it a little, a lessle, a lissle. Then romp rightround in rout.
R is Rubretta and A is Arancia, Y is for Yilla and N for Greenerin. B is Boyblue with odalisque O while W waters the fleurettes of novembrance. Though they're all but merely a schoolgirl yet these way went they. The grocer's wife sheº slips her hand in the haricot bag, the lady in waiting sips her sup from the paraffin can, Mrs the Doctor runs out on the road the moment she hears of a tinkle of |athunder tundera|, the widow Magrievy sheº knits cats' cradles, this |alovely bountifula| actress hides a sixpence under her tongue, and here's the girl who she |awent to |bsaid in kneeled inb|a| |acoldfashion coldfeshionºa| and told her priest she spat on a chop and this lass not least she's a very rich woman who she writes |aher foota| fortunes |abig times ever anda| over in the nursery dust with her capital toe. thumb. And these ways wend they. And those ways wendº they. Winnie, Olive and Beatrice, Nelly and Ida, Amy and Rue. Here they come back, all the gay pack, for they are the florals, from foncey and pansey to papavere's blush, forsake-me-noughtº, while there's leaf there's hope, with primtim'sº ruse and marrymay's blossom, all the flowers of the ancelles' garden.
But vicereversing what tornaments of rages racked the divlun's punchpoll as he displaid all the oathword science of his visible disgrace!º He dove his head into Wat Murrey, gave Stewart Ryall a puck on the plexus, wrestled a hurry-come-union with the Gille Beg, wipedº all his sinses, martial and menial, out of
Shrove Sundy MacFearsomeº, excremuncted
|ahimself as freely |blike asb| any frothblowera| into MacAlister, had a belting bout, chaste to chaste, with McAdoo abuttº nothing, and inbraced himself for any time untellable
with what hung over from the MacSiccaries of the Breeks. Allwhile he swure. He would split split.
Inform to the old sniggering publicking press. How Wholephallowsº, his guffer, he had a greakº big oh in the megafundum of his tomashunders and how Herº Lettyshape, his gummer, she had never cissied waking malters among the |ajemasons jemassonsa| since the cluft thatº meataxeº delt her made her microchasm as gap as down low. He would jused sit it all rite write down just as he would jused to set it up all right seeing how heartsillyº sorey he was,º owning to the condrition of his bikestool. And fillfull nine quiresº with it for his auditers Caxton and Pollock, a most moraculous jeerymyhead about whose told his innersense and how he was ambothed upon by the very spit of himself |afirst on the cheaksideº by Michelangelo and then onº the owld jowly side by Bill C. Babby,a| and |athe localmotoea| whyº they eggspilled him out of his hometyº domum and the bes and schortest way of blacking out a caughtalookº of all the sorrors of Sexton. With tearsº such as engines weep.
Hereapong shot pinging upthroughº the erroroothº of his wisdom as thought it had been zawhenº intwo. |aWholly Wholly'sa| anguishº blooded up disconvulsingº the fixtures of his fizz. Apang which his temporychewerº med him a crazy chump of a Haveajube |aSillyyass Sillsyassºa|. Howlsbawls, like gnawthing unheardh!
He threwed his fit up to his aers, roled his polygone eyes, snivelled from the snose |aand blew the guff out of his hornypipea|. Then with hisº whoop, stoopº and an upalepsy wasº he again before the trembly ones, gottenº up like a simplasailar and shaking the storm out of his hiccup. He's a pigtailº tarr
and if he hadn't got it toothick he'd a telltale
tall of his pitcher on a wallº with his photure in the papers for cutting moutonlegsº and capers letting on he'd jest be papers and his tail cooked up.
For a haunting way will go and you need not make your mow. Find the frenge for frocks andº translace it into shocks of such as touch with show and show.
He is guessing at hers for all he is worse. Hark to his wily geeses goosling by, my and playfair,º lady.
— Haps thee ore candy?
— Haps thee mayjaunties?
— Haps thee per causes nunsibelli?
And he did a get; for he could chew upon a skarp snakk of pure undefallen engelsk as raskly and as baskly as your cow cudd spanich. He had his sperrits all foulenº on him; he was bedizzled and debuzzled; and heº looked like bruddy Hal. But could annybroddyº have looked twinsomer
than the kerl he left behind him!? How he stud there theirs
so kevinly, |aa mickly dazzleyº,a| with his gamecox spurts and his smile likuidº glue, whiles his host of facefulº spritties they went peahenning around him in neuchoristic congressulations, allauding to him by all the licknames in the litany andº sending him perfumed prayerpuffs to bouchesave unto each but |aevery everyone a| the havemercyonhurs of his kissier licenceº.
We thinkº to thine, mighty innocent, that diddest bring it off fuitefuite. Should in ofter years it became about you will becoming a bank midland mansioner we and I shall reside with our obeisant servants at La Roserieº, Ailesbury Road. Fyat-Fyat shall be
our number on the autokinaton and Chubby in his Chuffs oursforownly chuffeur.
(+The Fomor's in his Fin, the Momor's her und hin. A paaralone! A paaralone! And Dublin's all adin.+) So come |aall ona| ye wealthy gentrymen with ladyfulls of fun! (+The jolly and the lively Thej olly and thel ively+), thou billy with thee coo, |afora| to jog a jig on a crispness night and sing a missal too. Hip champouree!º Hiphip champouree! O you longtailed blackman, (+poke polk+) it up behind me! Hip champouree! Hiphipº champouree! And, jessies, |apush (+putsh push+)a| the pumkik round. Annaliuia!
Since the days of Roamaloose and Rehmoose the pavanos have been (+stridend strident+) throughº their struts of Chapelldiseut, the vaulsies have meed and youdled through the purly ooze of
Ballybough, many a mismy cloudy has tripped tauntily along that |aHercourt hercourta| strayed reelweyº and Thyme, the chef of seasoners, has made his
usual astwete use of endajustibles the rigadoons have held ragtimed revels on the plateauplainº of Grangegorman; and though since then sterlings and guineas have been replacedº by brooks and lions and some progress has been made on stilthsº and the races have come and
gone and Thyme, |athe thata| chef of seasoners, has made his usual astewte use of endadjustablesº and whatnot willbe isnor was those danceadeils and cancanzanies
have come stimmering down for our begayment through the |adeafdom of pa's teapucs bedeafdom of po's blanks, the obcecity of pa's teapucsºa|, as lithe as limb free limberº as when momie played at ma.