Shutmup. And bud did doom well right. And if he sung dumb in his glass darkly speech lit face to face on all around.
Vociferagitant. Viceversounding. Beauty's bath she's bound to bind beholders and Pride, his purge, has place appoint in penance and the
law's own libel lifts and lames the low with the lofty. Be of the housed! While the Hersy Hunt they harrow the hill for to rout them rollicking rogues from, rule those racketeer romps from, rein their rockery rides from. Rambling.
— That is too too true enough in Solidan's Islamd as in Moltern Giaourmany, and from the Amalekins off to date back to land of engined Egypsians, assented from his opening before his inlookers of where an oxmanstongue stalled stabled, the wellnourished one, lord of the seven days, overlord of sats and suns, the sat of all the suns which are in the ring of his system of the
sats of his sun, god of the scuffeldfallen skillfilledfelon who (he contaimns) hangsters, who (he constrains) hersirrs, |4a gain changful, a mintage vaster, heavy on shirts, lucky with
shifts,4| the topside humpy up stummock atween his showdows fellah, Misto Teewiley Spillitshops, who keepeth watch in Khummer-Phett, whose spouse is An-Livph, the dog's bladder, warmer of his couch in fore. We all|4, for
whole men is lepers,4| have been nobbut wonterers in that chill childerness which is our true name after the allfaulters (mug's luck to em!) and, bespeaking of love and lie detectors in venuvarities, whateither the drugs truth of it was
there an iota omicrone from the faust to the lost. And that is at most redoubtedly an overthrew of each and ilkermann of us, I persuade myself, before Gow, gentlemen, so true as this are my kopfinpot astrode on these is my boardsoldereds.
It sollecited, grobbling hummley, his roundhouse of seven orofaces, of all, guiltshouters or crimemummers, to be sayd by, codnops, advices for, free of gracies, scamps encloded, competitioning them, if they had steadied Jura or when they had raced Messafissi, husbond of your wifebetter or bestman botchalover of you yourself, how comes ever a body in our taylorised world to selve out thishis, whither it gives a primeum nobilees for our notomize or naught, the farst wriggle from the ubivence, whereom is man, that old offender, nother man, wheile he is asame. And fullexampling. The pints in question. With some byspills. And sicsecs to provim hurtig. Soup's on!
— I have just (let us suppraise) been reading in a (suppressed) book — it is notwithstempting by meassures long and limited: the latterpress is eminently legligible and the paper so he eagerly seized upon has scarsely been
buttered in works of previous publicity. Enough, however, have I read of it like my good bedst friend to augur in the hurry of the times that it will cocommend the widest circulation and a reputation coextensive with its merits when inthrusted into safe and pious hands upon so edifying a mission as it, I can see, as is his. It is ambullished with expurgative plates replete in information and accampaigning the action passim, slapbang, whizzcrash, boomarattling from burst to past|4,4| as I have just been seeing, with my wormest venerections, of a timmersome townside upthecountrylifer |4(Go Guardº place the town!)4|, allthose everwhalmed upon that preposterous blank seat, before the wordcraft of this early woodcutter, a master of vignettiennes
and our findest grobsmid among all their oreficis |4(and so splen splunderdly english!)4|, Mr Aubeyron Birdslye. There is|4,º among others |apleasonsa| whom I love and which are favourests to mind,4| one which I have pushed my finker in for the movement and she is highly catatheristic and there is another which I have fombly fongered freequuntly and she is deeply sangnificant. What ravening shadow! What dovely line! And whilst (when I doot my sliding panel and I hear cawcaw) I have been idylly turning over the loose looves leaflefts jaggled casuallty on the lamatory, as is my this is, |4|aif asa| I must commit my lips to make misface for misfortune,º4| often, so far as I can chance to recollect from them some farnights ago, when I, if you will excuse for me this informal leading down of illexpressibles, enlivened toward the Author of Nature by the natural sins liggen theirs before me, weathered they be of a general golf stature, assasserted, or blossomly emblushing themselves underneed of some howthern folleys, am entrenched
up contemplating of myself, wiz my naked I, for relieving purposes in our trurally virvir vergitabale (garden) I sometimes, maybe, what has justly said of old Flannagan a wake from this or huntsfurwards, with some shock (shell I so render
it?) have (when I ope my shylight window and I see coocoo) a notion quiet involuptary of that I am cadging hapsnots as at murmurrandoms of distend renations from ficsimilar phases or dugouts in the behindscenes of our earthwork (what rovining shudder! what deadly loom!), as this is, at no spatial time processly which regards to concrude chronology about which in fact, at spite of I having belittled myself to my gay giftname of insectarian happy burgages abeyance would make homesweetstown hopey goalucrey, my mottu propprior, as I claim, cad's truck, I coined, I am |4wholly highly4| pelaged |4and deeply gluttened |ato mind hindmost heartsa|4| to see by their loudest reports from my |4three spawn4| bottery parts (shsh!) that, columbophile and corvinophobe alike, when I have |4regrouped remassed4| myself after my contractual expanditures, I, my good grief, I am, I am big alltoogooder.
From whose plultibust preaggravated by baskatchairch theologies, they were whoalike placed to say, with bears' respects to him and bulls' acknowledgments |4(Comeº
on now, girls! Leadº off, O cara |awhichever won of you
winsa|!): The two Gemuas and Jane |aAgraha| and Judy and Simone theº
Judies!) Judy tomboys!)4|, disassembling and taking him apart, the slammocks, with discrimination for his maypole and a rub in passing over his hump,
|4drogueries inaddendance,4| frons, fesces and frithstool: 1) he hade to die it|4, the
beetle,4| 2) he didhithim self|4,
hod's |abumps fusha|,º4| 3) all ever |4he the pelican4| huntered with |4truly fond4| bullpen backthought since |4he took took he he's tork |ahe stork hesº toorka|4| human life |4where his personal low ou outhired his taratorium4| was forsake in his chiltern and lumbojumbo 4) he was like Fintan fore flood and after sometimes too damned merely often on the saved side, saw he was 5) he wassand no better than he should have been before he could have been
better than what he warrant after 6) |4though gory the gauntlet that guardens his glaivehand and gallish the gillstones that geck at his gate,4| he's the same old dustamount on the same old tincoverdull bauble class, totstittywinktosser and |4bairnsbagwindburster bogusbagwindburster4|, |4whether fitting tyres onto Danelope boys or fluttering flausº for laurettas, whatever the bucket brigade and the plug party says, by Jacohob and Esahur and the all saults of sallies4| but what we warm to hear, jef, is the woods of chirpsies cries to singaloo sweecheeriode and sock him up, the old cant rogue.
|4⇒ Group A.4|
You have jest (a ham) beamed listening through (a ham pig) his haulted excerpt from John Whitton's production, The Coach With The Six Insides, all souled. Goes Tory by Eeric Whiggs is To Become Tintinued in Fearson's Nightly in the Lets All Wake Brickfaced In Lucan. Lhirondella, jaunty lhirondella! With tirra lirra rondinelles atantivy we go.
Attention! Stand at!! Ease!!!
|4|x|~The Wild Weddingtone Wireless! Buttonup, Burra
Sahib!~|x|4| We are now diffusing among our |4wordless4| lovers of this sequence (toyou! toyou!) the dewfolded song of the naughtingels (Alys! Alysaloa!) from
their sheltered positions in rosescenery haydyng on the heather side of Waldalure, Mount Saint John's, Jinnyland, whither our allies winged by duskfail |4from Mooreparque4|, swift sanctuary seeking, after
Sunsink gong (Oiboe!
Hitherzither! Almost dotty! I must dash!) to pour their peace in partial (floflo floreflorence), sweetishsad lightandgayle, twittwin twosingwoolow. Let everie sound of a pitch keep still in reasonance, jemcrow, jackdaw, prime and secund with their terce that whoe betwides them, now full theorb, now dulcifair, and when we press of pedal (sof!) pick out and vowalise your name. A mun. You pere Golazy, you mere Bare and you Bill Heeny, and you Smirky Dainty and, more beethoken, you whackfoolthenairyans with all your badchthumpered peanas! We are gluckglucky in our being so far fortunate that bark and bay duol with Man Goodfox inchimings having ceased to the moment so allow the clinkars of our nocturne field, night's sweetmoztheart, their Carmen Sylvae, my quest, my queen. Lou must wail to cool me airly! Coil me curly, warbler dear! May song it flourish (in the underwood), in chorush, long make it flourish (in the Nut, in the Nut sky) till thorush! Secret hookup.
To which yes he did, capt, that was the answer.
— And his shartshort trooping its colours! We knows his ventruqulence.
Which tuat tuat rang ripprippripplying.
Bulbul, bulbulone! |4I will shally. Thou shalt willy. You wouldnt should as youd remesmer. I hypnot.4| 'Tis golden sickle's hour.
Holy moon priestess, we'd love our grappes of mistellose. Moths the matter? Pschtt! Tabarius comes. To fell our fairest. O gui, O gui! Salan, saluis salaum! Caroluis! O indeed and we ware! |4And hoody crow was
ere.4| Did you aye, did you eye, did you everysee, suchaway, suchawhy, eeriewhigg airywhugger? Even to the extremity of the world? Dingoldell! The enormanous his, our littlest little! Wee wee, that long alancey one! Let sit on this anthill for our frill dress talk after this day of making blithe inveiled the heart before our groatsupper
serves to us Panchomaster and let harleqwind
play peeptomine up all our colombinations. Wins won is nought, twigs too is nil, tricks trees makes nix, fairs fears stoops at nothing. And till Arthur comes againus and sen peatrick's he's reformed we'll pose him together a piece, a pace. Shares in guineases! There's lovely the sight! Surey me, man weepful! Big Seat, you did hear? And teach him twisters in tongue irish. Pat lad may goh too. Quicken, aspen; ash and yew; willow broom with oak for you. And move your tellabout. Not nice is that, limpet lady! Spose we try it promissly. But do now say to Mr Eustache! Ingean mingen has to hear. Whose joint is out of jealousy now? Why, heavilybody's evillyboldy's. Hopping Gracius, onthy ovful! O belessk me, what a nerve! How a mans in his armor we nurses know. Wingwong welly, pitty pretty Nelly! Some Poddy putted in, will anny petty pullet out? Call Kitty Kelly! Kissykitty, killykelly! What a nossowl buzzard! But what a neats ung gels!
Here all the leaves alift aloft full o' liefing fell a-laughing over Ombrellone and his parasollieras with their black thornguards from the County Shillelagh. Ignorant invincibles, innocents immutand! Onzel grootvatter Lodewijk is onangonamed before the bridge of primerose and his twy Isas Boldmans is met the blueybells near Dandeliond. We think it's a gorsedd shame, these godoms. A lark of limonladies! A lurk of orangetawneymen! You're backley wounted, buckley mister, bester of the boyne.
|4⇒ Back to |aDrouthy Droughtya|!4|
The all of them |4blottyeyed4| boys, in that
pig's village smoke, a sixdigitarian legion on druid circle, the Clandibblon |4clam4| cartel, foursquared in condomnation of his totomptation and for the duration till his repepulation, |4then pulled out and came off and4| rally agreed, their roasted malts with |4blank |aborleyd wheastkeys mullable malmseysºa|4|, upon old nollcromforemost ironsides|4, as cainnabelº chieftain,4| since|4, as sammonº trowed to explain to summon, |aseeing that he had contracted out of islands empire,a|4| he might as coolly have rolled to |4school4| call|4, tarponturboy, a grampurpoise, |athe manyfathom brinegroom with the fortyinch bride,a|4| out of the cuptin klanklord kettle auction like the soldr of a britsh he was bound to be and become till the sea got him whilask from maker to misses and what he gave way as a pattern, he, that hun of a horde, is a finn as she, his tent wife, is a lap, at home on a steed, abroad by the fire |4(to say nothing of him having done whatyouknow howyousaw whenyouheard whereyouwot ) under heaviest corpsus exemption)4|, and whoasever spit her in howsoever's profocation it was anybody's beastness as usual and she was noboddy's fondling saving her keepers |4that mould the bould she sould to hould the wine that wakes the barley4|, the peg in his pantry to hold the heavyache off his heart. |4The droll delight of deemsterhood, a win from the wood to bond.4| Auspicably suspectable but in expectancy of respectableness. From dirty flock bedding, drip dropping through the ceiling, with two sisters of charities on the front steps and three evacuan cleansers at the back gaze, single box and pair of chairs (susceptible), occasionally and alternatively used by husband when having writing to do in connection with equitable druids and friendly or other societies through periods of dire want with comparative plenty (thunderburst, ravishment, dissolution and providentiality) to a sofa allbeit of hoarsehaar with Amodicum cloth, hired payono, still playing off, used by the youngsters for czurnying out oldstrums, three bedrooms upastairs, of which one with fireplace (aspectable), with greenhouse in prospect (particularly perspectable).
And you, when you kept at Dulby, were you always (for that
time only) what we knew how when we (from that point solely) were you know where? There you are! And why? Why, hitch a cock eye, he was snapped on the sly upsadaisying coraspearls out of the pie when all the perts in princer street set up their tinker's hymm (the rann, the rann, that keen of old bards) with
them newnesboys pearcin screaming off their armsworths. The boss made dovesandraves out of his bucknesst while herself wears the bowler's hat in her bath. Deductive Almayne Rogers disguides his voice, shelters behind hoax chestnote from exsessive. Heat wives rasing. They jest keeps rosing. He jumps leaps rising. Howlong!
You known that tom? I certainly know. Is their bann bothstiesed? Saddenly now. Has they bane reneemed? Soothinly low. Does they ought to buy the papelboy when he footles up their suit? He's their mark to foil the flouter and they certainty owe.
He sprit in his phiz (baccon!). He salt to their biz (pudden!). He toockled her palam (so calam is solom!). And he suked their friends' leave (bonnick lass, fair weal!).
— Guilty but fellows culpas! It was felt by me, sindecade, that submerged doughdoughty doubleface told waterside labourers. But since we for athome's health have chanced all that, the wild whips, the wind ships, the wonderlost for world hips, unto their trust prayed in aid its plumptylump piteousness which, when it turtled around seeking a
|4sorth of turft sud of thud of surf4|, spoke to approach from inherdoff trisspass through minxmingled hair. Though I may have hawked it, said, and
selled my how hot peas after theactrisscalls from my imprecurious position and though achance I could have emptied a pan of backslop down drain by whiles of dodging a rere from the middenprivet appurtenant thereof, salving the presents of the board of wumps and pumps, I am ever incalpable|4, where
release of prisonals properly is concerned,4| of unlifting upfallen girls wherein dangered from them in thereopen out of unadulteratous bowery, with those hintering influences from an angelsexonism. It was merely my barely barley till their oh offs. Missaunderstaid. Meggy
Guggy's giggag. The
code's proof! |4The rebald danger and with they who would bare whiteness against me I dismissemº from the mind of good. He can tell my such as story to the Twelfth Maligns, that my first was a nurssmaid and her fellower's a willbe perambulatrix.4| There are twingty to twangty too thews and leathermail coatschemes penparing to hostpost for it |4|avolunteerily |bvailunteerily valinnteerilyb|a|4| with my valued fofavour to the past puzzles deparkment with larch parchels of presents for future branch offercings. The green approve the raid! Shaum Baum's bode he is amustering in the groves while his shool comes merging along. |4Want I put myself in their kirtlies I were ayearn to leap with them and show me too bisextine.4| Dear and lest I forget mergers and bow to you low, marchers! Attemption! What a mazing month of budsome misses they are making, so a wingtywish to flit beflore their kin! Attonsure! Ears to hears! The skall of a gall |4(and for every dime he yawpens that momouth you cowld park your ford in it)4| who has papertreated him into captivities with
his inside man |4by4| a hocksheat of starvision for an avragetopeace of parchment |4cooking |aupa| his lenses4| to be my |4apoclagypst apoclogypst, the recreuter of conscraptions,4| let him be asservent to Kinahaun! For |4(peace peace, perfectpeace!)4| I have waited me in a water of Elin and I have placed my reeds intectis before the Registower of the perception of tribute in the hall of the city of Analbe. How concerns any Merryaunt and hworsoever gravesobbers it is perensempry sex of fun to halp a dazzle off the othour. What for Mucias and Gracia may the duvlin rape the handsomst! |4And the whole mad knightmayors'º nest! Punpotherº, prison and plotch! |aIf Iº shoulden somewhat well I |bcan am ableb| owe it. |xI will turn my utter cheek |abefore my augmented ancestors as these hisa| if it is not how I say it.x|a|4| They seeker for vannflamm all worldins merkins. I'll eager make lyst turpidump undher arkens. And if my litigimate was well to wrenn tigtag cackling about it like the sally berd she is to abery ham in the Cutey Strict |4(Iº shall call upon my first among my lost to |aof lyre lyrars beyond Hamshatches Weirs if dirth can talka|,º a |ajingoodbangoist jingoobangoista|, to overcast toº her)4|, dismissing mundamanu all the riflings of her victuum gleaner (my old chuck, she drakes me druck, turning out gay at ninety!) and well shoving off a boaston mess |4like lots wives does4| over her handpicked hunsbend, as she would be calling well
for further oil mircles upon all her wayferer gods and reannouncing my deviltries as was I a locally person of caves until I got my purchase on her firmforhold I am, |4I like to think,4| by their sacreligion of daimond cap daimond, confessedly in my baron gentilhomme |4to the manhor bourne4| till ladiest day |4as panthoposopher4| to have splet fort groont groont a peer of bellows like Bacchulus shakes a rousing guttural at any old cerpaintime by peaching (allsole we are not amusical) the warry warst against myself in the defile as a lieberretter sebaiscopal of these mispeachyites of the first virginial water who|4, without an auction of biasement from my part,4| with gladdyst tone ahquickyessed in it, overhowe and underwhere, the totty lolly poppy flossy conny dollymaukins. Though I heave a coald on my bauck sametimes I used alltides to be aswarmer for the blank |4You are not going to not.º4| You might be threeabreasted wholenosing at a whallhoarding and it could be double densed uncounthest hour of allbleakest age nompos mentis like Novus Elector what with his Marx and their Groups yet did a doubt should a dare were I to you would do and dhamnk me, shenker, dhumnk you. Skunk. And fare with me to share with me. Hinther and thonther, hant by hont. By where dauvening shedders down whose rovely lanes. As yose were and as yese is. Sure and you would, Mr MacGurk. Be sure and you would, Mr O'Duane. To be sure and you would |4so4|, Mr MacElligut. Wod you nods? Mom mom. |4No mum has the rod
to pud a stub to the lurch of amotion.4| My little love apprencisses, the estelles, van Nessies von Nixies voon der pool, which I had a reyal devouts for (yet was it marly lowease or just a feel with these, which olderman K. K. Alwayswelly he is showing to the fullnights, for my palmspread was gav to a parsleysprig, the curliest weedeen old ocean coils around, so spruce a spice for salthorse, sonnies, and as tear to the thrusty as Taylor's Spring), when, as Beacher seath, she was look like a little chilled by my tide impracing, and all the colories, my dears, fair fled from my folced cheeks!
|4Popottes, where you can ceal canceal me you mayst forced guage my bribes. I have wanted to thank you such a long time |anow now so muchºa|. Thank you.4| Sir, kindest of bottleholder and very dear friend, froutiknaw, it will befor you, me dare beautiful young soldier, winninger nor anyour af rudimental moskats, before you go to mats, you who have watched your share |4with your sockbouleº sodalists4| on your bunted nogs at our love tennis squats regatts|4, suckpump,4| when on with the balls did disserve the fain, my goldrush gainst her silvernetss, to say, for the love of goddess and perthanow as you reveres your one mothers mitsch for matsch and while I reveal thus my deepseep daughter which was bourne up pridely out of medsdreams unclouthed when I was pillowing in my brime (of Saturnay Eve, how now, weren't we't?), to see, I say, whoahoa, in stay of execution in re Milcho Melekmans, increaminated, what you feel, oddrabbit, upon every strong ground you have ever taken up, by bitterstiff work or battonstaff play, with assault of turk against a barrakraval of grakeshoots, |4e'en tho' Jambuwel's defecalties is Terry Shimmyrag's upperturnity,4| if that is grace for the grass what is balm for the bramblers, as it is as it is, that I am the catasthmatic old ruffin to be seducing trovatellas, the dire dafty damedeaconesses, like (why sighs the soothesinger) the lilliths oft I feldt, and when brutals and cautiouses only aims at the hogs in the humans, then (Houtes, Blymey and Torrenation, |4upturks upkurts4| and scotchem!) I'll tall tale tell croon paysecurers that thash on me stumpen blows the gaff off mombition and thit thides of marse makes a good dayle to be shattat. Fall stuff.
Here endeth chinchinatibus with have speak finish. Pink, pleas pink, two pleas pink, how two pleas pink.
|4⇒ Mask one. Mask two. Mask three. Mask four.
— Look about you, Tutty Comyn!
— Remember and recall, Killykeg!
— When visiting Dan Leary try the corner house for thee.
— I'll gie ye credit for sixmence more if ye'll be lymphing our four avunculusts.
And, since threesestory sorratelling was much too many, they maddened and they morgued and they lungd and they jowld. Till the Juke done it.
Like Juke Jukoleon|a|b,º the seagoer,b| when he bore
downa| in |athe in hisa| pyrryboatº he had raised a slide and shipped his orders and
seized his pullets and and primed their plumages, the fionnling and dubhlet, the dun and the fire, and,º sending them one by other to fare fore fourth
|~forth forn,º~| he had beheldº the residmance of a delugion: the foggy doze still going strong, the old thalassocrats
|aof invinsible emporesa|, maskers of the waterworld, facing one way to another way and this way a on that way and the voids bubbily vode's dodos
over across the which the boomomouths from their dupest dupes were in envery and anononously blowing great.
|4⇒ Keep backwards, please, because there was. Guns. And it was written up in big capital. Guns. Saying never underrupt greatgrandgosterfosters! Guns. Andº whatever one did they said that on no accounts you were notº to. Guns.
Not to pad them behaunt in the fear. Not to go and bungley well chute the |arusing rishingºa| generant. Not to woking around at small hours |aabout the murketplots a| smelling okey boney this little figgy and arrakyº belloky this little pink into porker but to let the gentlemanº out of the culpuration live his own left leave by perusuing perusual of the petpubblicities without inwoking him his also's between |a(sic)a| the arraky bone and (suc) the okey bellock. And not to not be always treeing unselves up with one exite but not to never |abea| caving nicely, precisely, quicely, rebustly, tendrolly, unremarkably, forsakenly, haltedly, reputedy reputedly, firstly, somewhatlyº yesayenollyº about the back |aexcit excitsa|. Never to weaken up in placedº of the broths. Never to to |avolissleep |bvollesslleep vvollusslleeppb|a| in the pleece ofº the poots. And never to ate the sour deans if they weren't having anysin on their consients. And to never cease till the finely ending was consummatedº by the completion of accomplishment.4|
|4⇒ There is to see. Squarish large face with the atlas jacket,º brightsº brownie eyes in |abluesack bluesackina| shoeings. Peaky |aboopy bookya| nose over a lousiany shirt. Ruddy stackle hair besides a |astrawcamel's strawcamela| belt. Name Namely. Gregorovitch, Leonocopolos,º Tarpinacci and Duggelduggel. And was theys stare all atime? Yea bet but they was. And be they gone to splane splication. |aYou bet they is.a| Fidelisat.4|
|4⇒ |aItem.a| He was hardset then and he wented to go (somewhere) while he was weeting. |aUtem.a| He wished to grieve on the good persons, that is the four gentlemen. |aOtem.a| And it was not a long time till he was feeling true forim he was godda purssia and it was |aaa| short |atimea| then till he was fooling mehaunt |ato anda| mehynte he was an injine robber. |aHe So much so that hea| was at his |athinker's tanker'sa| |aaunts dancea| to give (the four gentlemen) a corse the presence (of a corse). |aEtem.a| He found the |afound; pound;a| and they found the hurtled stones; they fell in with the gravy duck; and he got the roast of the meat. |aAtem.a|4|
|4⇒ With however what sublation of compensation in the radification of interpretation by the byeboys? Being they. Mr |aG. B. D.ºa| Ashburner, S. Bruno's Toboggan |aHill Drivea|, Mr Faixgoodº Bellchimbers, Carolan Crescent, Mr J. J.º Chattaway, Hilly Gape, Poplarº Park, Mr |aQ. P.a| Dieudonney, The View, Gazey Mr Q. P. Peer, Mr T. T. Erchdeakin, Multiple Lodge, |aJeff Jiffa| Exby Rode, Mr W. K. Ferris-Fender, Fert Fort, Woovil Doon Botham |ato whom ontowhoma| |aadd addinga| the tout that that pumped the stout that linked the lank that soldº the sandy that nextdoored the rotter that rooked the rhymer that lapped at the hoose that Joax pilled.4|
|4⇒ So many needles to ponk out to as many noodles as are company,º they noddling all about it |aall to time
tuti to tempoa|, |a(1) (a)a|
|awell,ºa| that the secretary bird|a, better known as Pandor pandoria paullabucca whom
they thought was more like a solicitor general,a|
|a|shindiscriminatinglysh|a| made belief
|sh|a|bwith midb| authorsuggestionsº from |sbSchelm
thesb| Pelmana|sh| to write some words some
Words somewordsº to Senders |a|babout her chilikin puckb|, laughing that Poulebec would be the death of her.a|
|a(2) (b)a| that,º well, that |aMaggie tighe
Madgesº Tighea|, the postulate auditressee, |awhen her daremood's a grownian,a| is always on theº who
goes where hoping to Michaelº for the latter to turn |aupa| with a cupital tea before her ephumeral comes off without any much father (3) which is
part parting parcel of the same gourneral'sº postoppage, it being |aloookwhyse lookwhysea| on the whence blows
wheather|a, |shhelpingº mickle to mickleº so that the loiter end of that leader may twaddleº out after a cubital
lullsh| |bsh|with a hopes soonº
to earsh|b|, comprong?a| |a(3) (c)a| becakes the goatsman |a|shon questionsh|a|,º |aora| whatever the hen |ahe the bumblera| was,º feeling |awhat |shnot up to scratchº bekicks of whateverº the kiddingssh|a| Pagne Inge and Popper meant for him, devourced the pair of them |a|shMather Caray's chucklingssh|a|, pante blanche, and missing skittered his |alitter littersa| for |aunborn ungeborna| yenkelmen|a,º |shJeremy Trouversº or Kefinº O'Keeperssh|,ºa| any old howe and any old then and when around Dix Dearthy Dungbin remarking scenically |awith laddylike lassitudea| upon what he finally postscrapped,º |a(4) (d)a| |x|sh|~After It's after it's~| so long till I thanked |ayou. But you butºa| I do so much |anow. Thank now thanka| |ayou. you so very mucha|sh| |aasa| |sh|~You you~| introduced me to forks.sh|º scratch crew |shHave I assister?sh| |shWho is this she was,sh| |shVela, Lady Prettygrows?sh| |shSo they squealed.sh| |shIt makes the wildfire break out all over me.sh| |shMy cods,sh| |shwhat he did, the brute.sh| |shI'll behead his old porterant, the wrex (wrex)sh| (e)x| |~Will will,~| these remind to be sane? |a(f)a| Fool,º step!º4|
|4⇒ You were in thatº same boat of yourself yourselves too, Getobodoffº or Treamplasurin; and you receptionated the most diliskious of milisk; which it all flowowered your drooplin dunlearies: but dribble a drob went down your rothole. Meaningº Kelly, Grimes, Phelan, Mullannyº, O'Brien, MacAlister, Sealy, Coyle, Hynes-Foynesº, Naylor-Traynorº, Courcy de Courcy and Gilligan-Goll. |aStunner of oddstodds ona| |aBluebleeding boarhorses, what bluebleeding boarhorse! Whata| soresen's head subrises thustousº out of rumpumplikumº oak |awith well we carnot say whom we are looking like through his nowfacea|? It is of Noggens whilk dusts the bothsides of the seats of the bigslaps of the bogchaps of the porlarbaar of the marringaar of the Lochlunn gonnlannludderº of the feof of the foef of farfummedº Ship-le-Zoyd.4|