^{RM17 |4}We have wounded our way on foe hisº prince till that force in the gill is faint afarred
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and the face in the treebark feigns afear. This is rainstones ringing. Strangely cult for this ceasing of the yore. But Erigureen is ever. Pot price pon patrilinear plop?, if the osseletion of the omkringº gives omen nome? Since alls war that end war let sports be leisure and bring and buy fair. Ah ah athclete, blest your bally bathfeet! Towntoquest, fortorest, the hour that hies is hurley.^4| A halt for hearsake.^f101
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A scene at sight. ^|4Or dreamoneire.^4|
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Which they shall memorise. By her freewritten. Hopely for ear that annalykeses if scares for eye that sumns. Is it in the now woodwordings ^LM71 of our sweet plantation where the branchings there will singingsing tomorrows gone and yesters ontocome as Sataday's aftermoon lex leap smiles on our twelvemonthsminding? Such is. Dear (name of desired subject, A.N.), well, and I go on to. Shlicksher. I and we (tender condolences for happy funeral, one if) so sorry to (mention person suppressed for the moment, F.M.). ^LM72 Well (enquiries after allhealths) how are you (question maggy). A lovely (introduce to domestic circle) pershan of cates. Shrubsher. Those pothooks mostly she hawks from ^LM73 Poppa Vere Foster but these curly mequeues are of Mippa's moulding. Shrubsheruthr. (Wave gently in the ere turning ptover.) Well, mabby (consolation of hopes) to soon air. With best from Christinette (cinders, if prints chumming, can be when desires Soldi, for asamples, backfronted or, if all, peethrolio or Get my Prize, using her flower or perfume or, ^LM74 if veryveryvery chumming, in otherwards who she supposed adeal, kissits my exits). Shlicksheruthr. From auburn chenlemagne. Pious and pure fair one, all has concomitated to this that she shall
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read them, lifetree's leaves, whose silence hitherto has shone as sphere of silver, fast albernstone, that fount Bandusian shall play liquick music and after odours sigh of musk. Blotsbloshblothe, once dear that was. Sleep in the water, drug at the fire, shake the dust off and dream your One who would give her sidecurls to. Till latter
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Lammas is led in by baith our washwives, ^LM75 a weird of wonders tenebrous as that evil thorngarth, a field of faery blithe as this blowing wild.

^{RM18 LM76} Aujourd'hui, comme aux jours de Pline et de Columelle, la jacinthe se plaît dans les Gaules, la pervenche en Illyrie, la marguerite sur les ruines de Numance; ^f102 et pendant qu'autour d'elles les villes ont changé de maîtres et de nom, que plusieurs sont rentrées dans le néant, que les civilisations ^LM77 se sont choquées et brisées, leurs paisibles générations ont traversé les âges et se sont succédé l'une à l'autre jusqu'à nous, fraîches et riantes comme aux jours des batailles. ^f103

^RM19 Margaritomancy! Hyacinthinous pervinciveness! Flowers. A cloud. But Bruto and Cassio are ware only of trifid tongues, ^f104 the whispered wilfulness ^LM78 ('tis demonal!) and shadows shadows multiplicating (il folsoletto nel falsoletto col fazzolotto dal fuzzolezzo).^f105 Totients quotients they tackle their quarrel. Sickamoor's so woful sally. Ancient's aerger. And eachway bothwise glory signs. What if she love Sieger less though she leave Ruhm moan? ^|4That's how our oxyggent has gotten ahold of half their world, movingº about in the free of the air and mixing with the ruck.^4| Enten eller, either or.

^RM20 And.

^RM21 Nay, rather.
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^RM22 With sobs for his job, with tears for his toil, with horror for his squalor ^LM79 but with pep for his perdition,^f106 lo, the boor plieth as the laird hireth him.