Tales Told

4th proofs of Tales Told, II.2§8 draft level 11

MS Texas 17-43 Draft details

Boon on begyndelse.

At maturing daily gloryaims!

A flink dab was frankily at the manual arith sure enough which was the bekase he knowed from his cradle, no boy better, why his ten fingures were giving him whatfor to fife with. First, by observation, there came boko and nigh him wigworms
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and nigh him tittlies and nigh him cheekchaps and nigh him pickpocket with pickpocketpumb, pickpocketpoint, pickpocketprod, pickpocketpromise and upwithem. And anyhows always after them the dimpler he weighed the fonder fell he of his null four lovedroyd curdinals, his element curdinal numen and his enement curdinal marryng and his epulent curdinal weisswassh and his eminent curdinal Kay O'Kay. Always would he be areciting of them up by rota in his Fanden's Catachysm, from fursed to laced, quickmarch to decemvers, so as to pin the tenners, thumbs down. And anon and aldays, strues yerthere, would he wile arecreating em and ingreasing em and moultipiecing em rightleft by lumerous ways|11,11| caiuscounting in the scale of |11pip piff11| puff pive poo, poo puff pive pree, pree puff pive pfoor, pfoor puff pive pippive, poopive, Niall Dhu,
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Foughty Unn, Enoch Thortig, endso one, like to pitch of your cap, pac, on to tin tall spillicans. To sum, borus pew notus pew eurus pew zipher. Ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims. Mumtiplay of course and carry to their whole number. While on the other hand, traduced by their comedy nominators to the loafer's terms for their aloquent parts, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dice. He could find by practice the valuse of thine-to-mine articles with no reminder and, for the equality of reations, with the helpings from his tables improduce fullmin to trumblers, links unto chains, weys in Nuffolk till tods of Yorek, oozies ad libs and several townsends several hundreds and civil-to-civil imperious gallants to gells (Irish), bringing alliving stone allaughing down to grave clothnails and a league of achers, fools and lurchers under the rude rule of fumb. What signifieth whole that but, be all the prowess of ten, 'tis as strange to relate he, nonparile to reed, rite and reckan, caught allmeals dull marks for his nucleud and alegobrew. O them doddhunters and allanights, aahs and baas for agnomes, yees and zees for incognits, bate him up jerrybly! Show that the
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median, hce che ech, interecting at roide angles the parilegs of a given obtuse one biscuts both the arcs that are in curveachord behind. Brickbaths. A Tullagrove
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pole to the Height of County Fearmanagh has a septain inclinaison and the graphplot for all the functions in Lower County Monachan, whereat samething is rivisible by nighttim, may be involted into the zeroic couplet, pall's pell in his heventh gleike noughty times ∞, find, if you are not literally cooefficient, how minney combinaisies and permutandies can be played on the international surd ¡pthwndxrclzp!, hids cubid rute being extracted, taking anan illitterettes, ififif at a tom. Answers (for teasers only). Ten, twent, thirt, see, ex and three icky totchty ones. From solation to solution. Imagine the twelve deaferended dumbbawls of the whowl abovebeugled to be the contonuation through regeneration of the urutteration of the word in pregross. It follows that, if the two antesedents be bissyclitties and the three comeseekwenchers trundletrikes, |11then; then,11| Big Wheeler restant upsittuponable, the NCR presents to us an ottomantic turquo-indaco of pictorial shine by pictorial shimmer so long as pictorial summer, viridorefulvid, (11lets lits11) asheen;
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but, if this habby cyclic order be outraciously enviolated, the zitas runnind hare and dart, with the yeggs in their muddle, while the catched and dodged exarx seems himmulteemiously to beem the ersed ladest mand and the losed farce on erroroots, MPM brings us a rainborne pamtomomiom |11equilavant aquilavant11| to kaksitoista volts yksitoista volts kymmenen volts yhdeksan volts kahdeksan volts seitseman volts kuusi volts viisi volts nelja volts kolme volts kaksi volts yksi to the finish of helve's fractures. In (11either outher11) wards, one from
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five, one from fives two, two to fives one millamills with a mill and a half |11a mill11| and twos fives fives of |11ballycleeves ballycleevers11|. For a surview over all the factionables see Iris in the Evening World. Binomeans to be comprendered. The aximones. And their prostulutes.
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For his neuralgiabrows. Equal to = soahc.


So, bagdad, as I know and you know yourself and the arab in the street knows better nor anymeade or persan, comic cuts always were to be capered in Casey's, frost book of, page torn on dirty, to be hacked, ever so new, at Hickey's, huckster, Wellington's Iron Bridge, and so, by long last, as it would shuffle out, must he to trump adieu adroit adieu atout atous to those cardinhands he a big deal missed, radmachrees and rossecullinans and blagpikes in suitclover. Dear hearts of my counting, would he revoke them, forewheel to packnumbers, and, the time being no help fort, plates to lick one and turn over.

Problem ye ferst, construct ann aquilittoral dryankle. Probe loom! With his primal handstoe in his sole salivarium. Concoct an equoangular trilitter. On the name of the tizzer and off the tongs and off the mythametical tripods. Beatsoon.

Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph, suspecting the answer know. Oikkont, ken you, ninny? asks Kev, expecting the answer guess. Nor was the noer long disappointed for, easiest of kisshams, he was made vicewise. Oc, tell it to oui, do, Sem! Well, 'tis oil thusly. First mull a mugfull of mud, son. Oglores,
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the virtuoser prays, olorum! What the D.V. would I do that for? That's a goosey's ganswer you're for giving me, he is told, what the Deva would you do that for? Now, sknow royal road to Puddlin, take your mut for a first beginning. Anny liffle mud which cometh out of Mam will doob, I guess. Mux your pistany at a point of the
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coastmap to be called α but pronounced olfa. There's the isle of Mun, ah! O! 'Tis just. Bene!

Now, all in applepine erdor (for Dolph, dean of idlers, meager suckling of gert stone, though barekely in his balbose boy, he too — venite praeteriti, sine mora dumque de entibus nascituris decentius in lingua romana mortuorum parva chartula liviana ostenditur, sedentes in laetitia super ollas carnium, spectantes immo situm lutetiae unde auspiciis secundis |11tales unread11| tantae consurgent humanae stirpes, antiquissimam flaminum amborum Jordani et Jambaptistae mentibus revolvamus sapientiam: totum tute fluvii modo mundo fluere, eadem quae ex aggere fututa fuere iterum intra alveum fore futura, quodlibet sese ipsum per aliudpiam agnoscere contrarium, omnem demum amnem ripis rivalibus amplecti — recurrently often, when him moved he would cake their chair, coached ribolliumtending mikes of his same and over his own choirage at Backlane univarsity, among of which pupal souaves the pizdrool was pulled up, bred and battered,
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for a dillon a dollar, changing letters for them vice o' verse to bronze mottes and blending tschemes for em in tropadores and doublecrossing twofold truths and devising tingling tailwords too whilest, cunctant that another would finish his sentence for him, he would smilabit eggways ned, he would, so prim, and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles, retelling humself by the math hour a reel of funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund thoughts and the third's the charmhim girlalove and fourthermore and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes; and, in point of feet, when he landed in ourland's leinster of saved and solomnones for the twicedhecame time off Lipton's strongbowed launch, the Lady Eva, in a tan soute of sails he converted its natives, name saints, young ordnands, maderaheads and old unguished P.T. Publikums, through the medium of znigznaks with sotiric zeal, to put off the barcelonas from their peccaminous |11corpicules corpulums11| (Gratings, Mr Dane!) and
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kiss on their bottes (Master!) as often as they came within bloodshot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick and his perry humdrum dumb and numb nostrums that he larned in Hymbuktu; and that same gallo-roman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of laud-have-miseries all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawm, all the brile, that was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our people at the Wickerworks still hold
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ford to their healing and byleave in the old weighs downupon the Swanny innovated by him, the prence di Propagandi, the chrism for the christmass, the pillar of the perished and the rock o' ralereality, and it is veritably belied, we belove, that not allsods of esoupcans that's in the queen's pottagepots and not allfines of greendgold that the Indus contains would ever hinduce them (o.p.) to steeplechange back to their ancient flash and crash habits of old Pales time ere beam slewed cable or Derzherr, live wire, fired Benjermine Funkling outa th'Empyre, sin righthand son; which (h.o.o.p.t.), cummal, having listed curefully to his continental's curses, pummel, apostrophised Byrne's and Flaming's and Furniss's and Bill Hayses's and Ellishly Haught's, hoo, they (a.t.W.) let drop as a doombody drops, without another word eitherways, as priesto as paddywhack, coal on: and, talking of missions made to scotch the schlang and leathercoats for murty magdies, of course this has blameall in that world to say to his private's jidgments when, so to put it, conn the shaughraun; but to return for a mere moment from the reptile's age to the coxswain on the first landing (page Ainée Rivière!), if the pretty elisabess, Hotel des Ruines — she laid her batsleeve for him two trueveres tell (Loves. On the Ides of Valentine's, at Idleness, Floods Area, Isolade, Liv's
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lonely daughter, with the Comes Tichiami, of Primavista, Abroad, suddenly), and beauty alone of all dares say when now in what niche of time is Shee, or where in the rose world trysting, that was the belle of La Chapelle, shapely Liselle, and the peg-of-my-heart of all the tompull, or on whose limbs-to-lave her semicupiose eyes now kindling themselves are brightning, O Shee who then (4.32 m.p., old time, to be precise, accordant to all three doctors' waterburies, that was MacAuliffe and poor MacBeth and poor old MacGhimley, to the tickleticks, of the synchronisms, all lauschening, a time also confirmed seven sincuries later by the fourth medical johnny, poor old MacAdoo Aboo MacDollett, with notary, whose presence was required by the law of Devine-Foresygth) who, after the first compliments med darkist daylight, gave him then that vantage of a Blinkensope's cuddlebath at her proper mitts — if she then, the then that matters — but, seigneur!, she could never have forefelt, as she yet will fearfeel, when the lovenext breaks out, such a coolcold douche as him, the totterer, doubling back in nowtime, O alors!, to mount miss (the wooeds of Fogloot!) under that chemise de fer and a vartryproof name, Multalusi (would it wash?), with a cheek white peaceful as, shall we say, a single professed claire's and his washawash tubatubtub and his diagonoser's lampblick to pure wher they where hornest girls, to buy her in, mon foie, if you plait, nunc and tunc and for simper, and other duel mavourneens in plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth super Lusk, come messes, come mams, and touch your spottprice (for 'twas he was the born suborner, man), on behalf of an oldest ablished firma of winebakers, Lagrima und Gemiti, later on, his craft ebbing, invoked by the unirish title Grindings og Nash, the
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One and Only, Unic bar None, lastly of Saint Yves by Landsend corner, man — ship me silver!, it must have been, faw!, a terrible mavrue mavrone to synamite up the old Adam-he-used-to, such a finalley, and that's flat as Tut's fut, for whowhowho?, the poour girl, a lonely peggy, given the bird, so iseulated as Crampton's peartree (she shall earn bitter bed by that sweet of her face!), and short wonder so manny of the tomthick and tarry members in all there
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sobsequious ages upped to console with her at her mirrorable gracewindow'd hut till the ives of Manx, the O'Kneels and the O'Prayins and the O'Hyens of Lochlaunstown and the O'Hollerins of Staineybooter, hollyboys all, burryripe, who'll buy?, in juwelietry and kickychoses and madornaments and that's not the finis of it (would it were!) — but to think of him founding a nelliza the second, also clipt buss (the best was still there if the torso was gone), where he did and when he did, retriever to the last — escapes my forgetness now was it dustcovered, nom de Lieu!, on Waterlow raid or street down — for merry a valsehood whisprit he to minny a lilying earling; and to try to analyse that ambo's pair of braceleans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all of that miching micher's bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish mousetaches into her limited (tufftuff, que tu es pitre!) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends in their delightful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea (O little oily head, sloper's brow and prickled ears!), as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition, were a wrigular writher neonovene babe! — well, diarmuee and
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granyou and Vae Vinctis, if that is what lamoor that of gentle breast rathe is intaken seems circling towards out yondest heaven holp his hindmost and, mark me, if the so greatly displeaced diorems in the Saint Lubbock's Day number of that most improving of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our indices, it agins to pear like it par my fay and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheese it either or praying fresh fleshblood claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green to take warnung by the trispast, why?, bycows Q man, in shirt, is how he is più la gonna è mobile and / they wonot do ut; and an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this our illwinded goodfornobody you would see in his house of thoughtsam what a jetsam litterage of
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convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands derelict or sunk and of tongues laggin too, and not only that but, by searchlighting pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis would real to jazztfancy the novo takingplace of what stale words whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for; so; and equally so the crame of it is that, whenas the swiftshut soareyes of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you that no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul, in half a sylb onward the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing to whisht to you sternly how) you must, haw, draw the line somewhawre.
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Fig.1. Bass.

Coss? Cossist? Your parn! (And in truth he had albut lost himself, so had he gazed in the lazily eye of his lapis, Vieus Von DVbLIn) Given now ann linch you take enn all. Allow me. And, heaving alljawbreakical expressions out of old Sire Isaac's universal of specious aristmystic unsaide, A is for Anna like L is for
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liv. Ahahahah, Ante Ann, you're apt to ape aunty annalive! Dawn gives rise. Lo, lo, lives love! Eve takes fall. La, la, laugh leaves alass! Aiaiaiai, Antiann, we're last to the lost, Loulou! 'Tis perfect. Now (lens
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your dappled eye here, mine's presbyoperian, shill und wall), we see the copyink strayed line AL (in Fig., the forest), from being continued, stops ait Lambday. Modder ilond there too. Allow me anchore. I bring down noth and carry awe. Now then, take this in! With Olaf as centrum and Olaf's lambtail for his spokesman circumscript a cyclone. Allow ter! Hoop! As round as the calf of an egg! O, dear me! O, dear me now! Another grand discobely! You've actuary entducked one! Quok? Why, you haven't a passer! Fantastic! Early clever, surely doomed, to Swift's, alas, the galehus! Match of a matchness, like your Bigdud Dadder in the bouedeville song, Gorotsky Gollovar's Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in the smukking precincts of lydias. |11With with11| Mary Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling to edge his cropulence and Blake-Roche, Kingston and Dockrell auriscenting him from afurz. Doweth knoweth him, our papacocopotl, Abraham Bradley King (tingting! tingting!)? By his magmasine fall. Lumps, lavas and all. Bene! But it's not alover yet. The mystery repeats itself todate as our callback mothar Gaudyanna, that was daughter to a tanner, used to sing now and then consinuously over her possetpot in her quer
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homolocous humminbass hesterdie and istherdie and forivor and for a night and a day. Vanissas Vanistatums! In effect. I remumble, purr lil murrer of myhind, so she used indeed. Faithful departed. Rest in peace! What a wonderful memory you have too! Twonderful morrowy! Straorbinaire! Bene! I bring town eau and curry nothung up my sleeve. Now, springing quickenly
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from the mudland Loosh from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetraturn a somersault. All's fair on all fours. Watch! Allow, allow! Hop lala! As umpty herum as your seat! O, dear me, that was very nesse! Very nace indeed! And makes us a daintical pair of accomplasses! Bene! Now, there's tew tricklesome poinds where our twain of doubling bicirculars dunloop into eath the ocher. Lucihere! I fee where you
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mea. The doubleviewed seeds. Nun, lemmas quatsch, and I think as I'm squeezing the limon stickme punktum but I'd likelong to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there on the batom and let you go and orrange your modest mock Pie out of Humbles up your end. With a geign groan grunt and a croak click cluck. And my faceage kink and kurkle trying to make keek peep. Are you right there, Michael, are you right? Ay, I'm right here, Nickel, and I'll write. But it's the muddest thick that was ever heard dump. Now for semenal |11reations rations11| join alfa pea and pull loose by dotties and, to be more sparematically logoical, eelpie and paleale by trunkles. Allow me align while I encloud especious. Like pah. I peh. Innate little bondery. And as plane as a pokestiff. Now, aqua in buccat, I'll make you to see figuratleavely the whome of your eternal
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geomater. Where Hoddum and Heave, our monsterbilker, bauked his bawd of parodies. Hissss! Arrah, go on! Fin for fun? You've spat your shower, syphsyph. But let's have at it! Subtend to me now! Pisk! Outer serpumstances being ekewilled, we carefully, if she pleats, lift up by her hem at the spidsiest of her trickkikant (like thousands done before) the maidsapron of our A.L.P., fearfully!, till its nether nadir is vortically where (allow me aright to two cute winkles) its naval's napex will have to beandbe. You must proach nearmear for at is dark. And fight your match. And this is what you'll say. Waaaaaa. Tch! Sluice! Pla! And there, redneck, mygh and thy, discinct and isopleural in its sixuous parts, middenwedge of its stream's your muddy old triagonal delta plain for you now, appia lippia pluvaville, the no niggard spot of her safety vulve, our first of all usquiluteral threeingles, the constant of fluxion and Allaph Quaran's his bett und bier.
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Paa lickam laa, all lickam pal! This it is an her. You see her it. Which it whom you see it is her her. Quicks herit fossyending. Quef! For, let it be taken that her littlenest is of no magnetude or let it be granted that Doll the laziest can be dissimulant with all respects from Doll the fiercst, thence must any whatyoulike in the power of empthood be either greater THAN or less THAN the unitate we have in one or hence shall the vectorious readyeyes of evertwo circumflickerent searclhers never film in the elipsities of their gyribouts those fickers which are returnally reprodictive of themselves. Which is unpassible. Quarrellary. The logos of somewome to that base anything, when most characteristically mantissaminus, comes to nullum in the endth: orso, here is nowet badder than the sin of Aha with his cosin Lil, verswaysed on coverswised, and all that's consecants and cotangincies till Perpperp stops repippinghim, since her redtangles are all abscissans, for limitsing this tendency of our paradismic perimutter, Frivulteeny Sexagesima, to expense herselfs as sphere as possible in all directions on the bend of the unbridalled, the infinisissismalls of her facets becoming manier and manier as the calicolum of her umdescribables shrinks from schurtiness
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to scherts. Scholium: there are trist sigheds to everysing but ichs on the freed brings euchs to the feared. Qued? O, dear me, look at that now! I'm glad you dimentioned it! My Lourde! My Lourde! And a superpbosition! Quoint a quincidence! As Ollover Cromlech said when he slepped über his grannyamather. But you're holy mooxed and gaping up the wrong palce as if you was seeheeing the gheist that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop domefool! You must lap wandret down the bluishing refluction below. Her trunk's not her braindbox. Hear where the bolgylines. Yseen here the puncture. Luck! Well, well, well, well, well! O Dee, O Dee, that's very lovely! Very lively entirely! So analytical plausible! It will be a lozenge to me all my lipe. Ever thought about Guinness's?
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Want to join the police? You know, you were alwise one of the bright ones, since a foot made you an unmentionable, fakes. You know, you're the divver's own smart gossoon, aequal to yoursell and unugol to anglyother, so you are, hoax! You know, you'll be dampned, so you will, one of these invernal days, but you will be, carrotty.

Whereapool, gayed that he would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's and a slypull for toothsake of his armjaws at the slidepage, would, would and could, candydissing P. Kevin, to fress up the rinnerung and to ate by hart (leo, I read, such is spanish, escribibis, all your mycoscoups), wont to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor with his muffetee cuffs ownconsciously grafficking with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies pursuiting their rovinghamilton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see around the waste of noland's browne jesus (thur him no quartos!) till that on him so poorin sweat the juggaleer's veins (quench his quill!) in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tamquam
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taughtropes. Es war itwas in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer! From this misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible fancyflame. Ask for Bosthoon, late for Mass, pray for the blaablaablack sheep. (Sure, you could wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne as that moultylousy Erewhig yerself, mick! Nock the muddy nickers! Christ's Church varses Bellial!) Dear and he went on to scripple gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen for her, he would pine for her, how he would patpun fun for all with his frolicky frowner so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how are you, waggy? My animal is sorrafool! And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non è vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was soso, harriot all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mistermysterion. Like a pyrate out of pensionce with a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law. Look at his twitchers! He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of shittim wood. Look at him! Sink deep or touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more ashes, griper? Now diesmal he was lying low on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle. And, bezouts that, now hyenasmeal he was laying him long on his laughside lying sack to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars of Rolaf's intestions!
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quoths the Bhagavat biskop Leech.) Ann opes tipoo soon ear. If you could me lendtill my pascol's candle, sahib, and the price of a plate of poultice. Punked. With best apolojigs and merry money thanks to self for all the clericals and again begs guerdon for bistrispissing on your bunificence. Well, wiggywiggywagtail, and how are you, yaggy? With a capital Tea for Thirst. Blott.
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Now (brush your saton hat, me elementator joyclid, son of a Butt! She's mine, Jow low jure, be Skibbering's eagles, sweet tart of Whiteknees Archway) watch him, having caught at the bifurking calamum in his bolsillos, the onelike underworp he had ever funnet in without difficultads, the aboleshqvick, signing away in happinext complete. (Can you write us a last line? From Smith-Jones-Orbison?) Intricatedly in years, jirryalimpaloop. And i Romain to fallthere at bare feet, hurryaswormarose. Hp u bn gd grl. Und alws my thts. Two dies of one rafflement. Eche bennyache. Outstamp and distribute him at the expanse of his society. To be continued. Anon.

And ook, ook, ook, fanky! All the charictures in the drame! This is how San Holypolypools.
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And this, pardonsky!, is the way Romeopullupaleaps. Pose the pen, man, way me does. Way Ole Missa Yellatooth fust show me how. Fourth power to her illpogue! Bould strokes for your life! Tip! This is Steal, this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is Wiles, this is Pshaw, this are Dibbllinnbbayyates. This is brave Danny weeping his spache for the popers. This is cool Connolly wiping his hearth with brave Danny. And this, regard!, is how Chawleses Skewered paraparnelligoes between brave Danny boy and the Connolly. Upanishadem! Top. Spoken hath L'Arty Magory. Ergobragh! Prouf!

And Kev was wreathed with his pother.

But (that Jacoby feeling again for forebitten fruit! and Kevvy too just loves his puppadums!) after all his paraboles of famellicurbs and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof cullchaw end ate citrawn, woodint wun able rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through his pergaman do for the blessted selfchuruls smarter like it done for manny another unpious of the hairydary quare quandary firstlings till at length he measured his earth? could not but reckon in his adder's way our frankson who, to be plain, was misocain. Wince
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wan's won! Rip! And his countinghands rose.

Loves deathhow simple!