That the fright of his light in tribalbalbutience bides aback in the doom of the balk of the deaf but that the height of his life from a bride's eye stammpunct is when a man that means a mountain barring his distance wades a lymph that plays the lazy winning she likes yet that pride that bogs the party begs the glory of a wake while the scheme is like your rumba round me garden, allatheses, with perhelps the prop of a prompt to them, was now or never, in Etheria Deserta as in Grander Suburbia, with Finnfannfawners for much or moment indispute.

House of call is all their evenbreads though its cartomanse hallucinate like an erection in the night the mummery of whose deed immerges a mirage in a merror, for it is where ^|s2for one watthour till time jings pleas^s2| that host of a bottlefilled, ^|2the bulkily hulkwight,^2| hunter's pink of face, is in on a bout to be unbulging an o'connell's whilom his canterberry bellseyes wink wickeding indtil the teller^|s2, oyneº of an oustman in skull of skand^s2|. Yet is it, this ale of man, for him just a tug and a fistful as for Culsen, the Patagoreyan, chieftain of chokanchuckers and his moyety joyant, under the foamer dispensation when he pullupped the turfeycork by the greats of gobble out of Lough Neagk. When, pressures be to our hoary frother, the pop gave his sullen bulletaction and, bilge, sled a movement of catharic emulsipotion
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down the sloppery slide of a slaunty to tilted lift-ye-landsmen. Which in the ambit of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer alongside of a drink her drainer from the basses brothers, those two they-got-theres.

It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing and it was less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all and it was note before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the Norweeger's capstan.

But first, strongbowth, they would deal death to a drinking. Link of a leadder, dubble in it, slake your thirdst thoughts awake with it. Our svalves are svalves aroon! We rescue thee, O Baass, from the damp earth and honour thee, O Connibell, with mouth burial! So was done, neat and trig. Up draught and whet them.
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Then sagd he to the ship's husband: Hwere can a ketch or hook alive a suit and sowterkins? Soot! sayd the ship's husband, knowing the language, Here is tayleren. Ahorror, he sayd canting around to that beddest his friend, the tayler, fake an capstan make and shoot! Manning to sayle of cloths for his lady her master. He spit in his faist (beggin): he tape the raw baste (paddin): he planked his pledge (as dib is a dab): and he tog his fringe sleeve (buthock, lad, fur whale). And the ship's husband brokecurst after him to hail the
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lugger. Stolp, tief, stolp, come bag to Moy Eireann! And the Norweeger's capstan swaradeed, some blowfish out of schooling. All lykkehud! But they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered bark to the lots of his vauce. And aweigh he yankered on the Norgean run so that seven sailend sonnenrounders was he breastbare to the brinabath where bottoms out has fatthoms full fram Franz José Land til Cabo Thormendoso. And the tides made, veer and haul, and the times marred, rear and fall, and, holey bucket, dinned he raign!

— Hump! Hump! bassed the broaders-in-laugh. I will do that, sazd Kersse, mainingstaying the rigout for her wife's lairdship. Nett sew? they hunched back at the earpicker.

But old sporty, as endth lord, he nought feared crimp or cramp of shore sharks. It was whol niet godthaab of errol Loritz off his Cape of Good Howthe and his trippertrice, with twy twy twinky her stone hairpins, only not, if not, a queen of Prancess their telling tabled who was for his seeming the heart of the sweet (had he hows would he keep her as niece as a fiddle!) but it was wohl yeas sputsbargain what, rarer of recent, he alwagers allalong most certainly allowed of the three blend cupstoomerries with their customed spirits
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having their ceilidhe gailydhe in his shaunty irish. Group drinkards maaks grope thinkards or how reads rotary respecting the otherdogs churchees. So long plubs will be plebs but plabs ^|s2by low frequency amplification^s2| may later agree to have another. The library is hoping to the public.

— Sets on sayfohrt! Go to it, agitator! they bassabosuned over the flowre of their hoose.

— I will do that, acordial, sazd Kersse, piece Cod, and in the flap of a jacket, ructified their o'cousin, as sober as the ship's husband he was one my godfather when he told me saw whileupon I am now well and jurily sagasfide after the boonamorse that the widower, according to rider, following pnomoneya, he is consistently blown to Adams. So help me boyg who keeps the book.

Whereofter behest his suzerain law the Thing and the pilsener had the baar, ^|s2Recknar Jarl,º^s2| still passing the change-a-pennies, pengeypigses, a several sort of coyne in livery, pushed their whisper in his hairing, the same to the good, ind ast velut discharge after which he had exemptied more than orphan for the ballast of his nurtural life. A few pigses and hare you are and no chicking, tribune's tribute, if you guess mimic miening. ^|2Meanly^|sa, inº his lewdbrogue,º^{sa| |a}take^a| your tyouº coppels tokenº with this good sixtric. It is minely well mint.^2|

Thus as count the costs of liquid courage stowed stivers pingapung in bulk in hold keen his kenning, the queriest of the crew, with that fellow fearing for his own misshapes, should he be himpself nanesakely a foully fallen dissentant from the peripulator, sued towerds Meade-Reid and Lynn-Duff, rubbing the son of a pookal, leather be light, how the camel and where the
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deiffel or when the finicking or why the funicking or who caused the scaffolding to be first removed you give orders, babeling, were their reidey meade answer when on the cutey (the corespondent) in conflict of evidence drew a kick at witness
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but (missed) and for whom in the dyfflun's kiddy removed the planks they were wanted, boob.

Bump!

Both­all­chorac­torschummin­around­gan­sumumina­rumdrum­strumtrum­ina­humpta­dump­waulto­poofoo­looder­amaun­sturnup!

— Did do a dive, aped one.

— Propellopalombarouter, based two.

— Rutsch is for rutterman ramping his roe, seed three. Where the muddies scrimm ball. Bimbim bimbim. And the maidies scream all. Himhim himhim.

And forthemore let legend go lore of it. That mortar scene what a dustydust it razed ^|2aboriginally arboriginallyº^2| but, luck's leap to the lad at the top of the ladder, so sartor's risorted why the sinner the badder! Ho ho ho hoch! La la la lach. Hillary rillary gibbous grist to our millery! ^|s2A pushpull, qq: quiescence, pp: ^|aand with^a| extravent ^|aintervalve intervulve^a| coupling.^s2| The savest lauf in the world. Paradoxmutose caring, but here in a present booth of Ballaclay, Barthalamou, where their dutchuncler mynhosts and serves them dram well right for a boors' interior (homereek van hohmryk) that salve that selver is to screen its auntey and has ringround as worldwise eve her sins ^|2will (pip, pip, pip) willpip^{2| |2}futurefeature a futurepip featureº apip^2| footloose pastcast with spareshins and flash subtittles of noirse-made-earsy from a nephew mind the narrator so long as those sohns of a blitzh call the tuone tuone and thonder alout makes the thurd. Let there be.

— That's all murtagh purtagh but whad ababs his dopter? sissed they who were onetime ungkerls themselves ^|2(when the youthel of his yorn shook the bouchal in his bed)^2|, twilled alongside, in wiping the rice assatiated with their wetting. The lappel of his size? Diddled he daddle a drop of the cradler on delight mebold laddy was stetched? ^|2Knit wear?^2| And they addled ^|2(or ereº the cry of their tongues would be ^|aumptied uptied^a| dead)^2|, Shufflebotham asidled, plus his ducks fore his drills, ^|s2an inlay of^s2| a liddle more lining maught be licensed all at ones, be these same tokens, forgiving a brass rap, sneither a whole length nor a short shifk so full as all were concerned.

Burniface, ^|2shiply efter, shoply after ^|saat an angle of lag,^sa|2| let flow, brabble brabble and brabble, and so hostily, heavyside breathing came up with them and, check me joule, shat the three tailors butting back to Moyle herring bump as beam and buttend, roller and reiter, the seasant samped as skibber breezed in, the tights of his trunks at tickle to tackle and his rubmelucky truss rehorsing the pouffed skirts of his overhaul.

— Good marrams, sagd he, ^|2as he put into bierhaven,^2| jilling to windwards, as he made straks for that oerasound the snarsty weg for Publin, so was his horenpipe lug in the lee off their mouths organs, with his tilt too taut for his tammy all a slaunter and his wigger on a wagger with its tag tucked up. And he asked from him how the hitch did do this my fand Sulkers that mone met the kidballacks which he suttonly remembered also ^|2where the hatch^2| was he endnew strandweys he's that fond Sutchenson, a penincular fraimd of mind, fordeed he was langseling to talka holt of hems. Clown toff, tyea hug fliorten. ^|2Cablen: ^|aClifftop,^a| Shelvling tobay oppelong tomeadow. ^|saWare cobbles.^sa| Posh.^2|

^|2Skibberen Skibbereen^2| has common inn, by pounautique, with pokeway paw ^|2andº sadder ravenº evermore^2|, telled shinshanks lauwering frankish for his kicker who, through the medium of gallic:
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— Pukkelsen, tilltold.

That with some our prowed invisors how their ulstravoliance led them infroraids, striking down and landing alow ^|s2againstº our aerian insulation resistance^s2|, ^|2two boards that beached ast one,^2| widness ^|2Dane Thane^2| and Tysk and Hanry. Prepatrickularly all, they summed. Kish met. Bound to. And for landlord, noting, nodding a coast to moor was cause to mear. Besides proof plenty, over proof. While they either took a heft. Or the other swore his eric. ^|2|aHeave Heaved^a| two, spluiced the menbrace.^2| Heirs ^|2to at^2| you, Brewinbaroon! Weth a whistle for methanks.

— Good marrams and good mirrymills, sayd good mothers gossip, bobbing his bowing both ways with the bents and skerries, when they were all in the old walled ^|s2of Kinkincaraborg^s2| hiberniating after seven oak ages, fearsome where they were he had gone dump in the doomering this tide down to the button of his seat ^|2and his sess old soss Erinly into the boelgein with the help of Divy and Jorum's loq locquorº^2| and shut the door after him ^|2to make a rarely fine Ran cattle of fish^2|. ^|2Morya Mortimor! ^|aAllapallorus! ^|bAllapallovros! Allapalloverus!º^{b|a| |a}And they laying low for his homegangº with fireball feast and turkeys tumult
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and paupers patch to provide his bum end.^a|2| He made the sign of the hammer. Cod's drought, he sayd, after a few daze, thinking of all those bliakings, how leif pauses! here you are ^|2back on your hawkins, slave to trade,º and vassal of spices, and a dragon-the-market^2|, and be turbot, lurch a stripe, as were you soused methought out of the mackerel. Sell me gundy, sagd the now waging capon with a warry posthumour's expletion. A bite of keesens, he sagd, or a stinger^|2, he sagd, on a doroughbread kennedysº^2| and when I'm soured to the tipple you can sink me lead, he sagd, and a pull of tamtartarum. Allkey dalkey, sayd the shop's housebound, for he was as deep as the north star, as might have sayd, every man to his beast, ^|2and^2| my cater million falls to you ^|2and crop feed a stall^2|! And he got and gave the ekspedient what's the good word. He made the sign on the feaster. ^|2Cloth be laid! Allahballah!^2| Ekspedient, sayd he, ^|2opvarts Shackleton Sulten! Opvarts^2| and at ham, like one familiar to the house, while Waldemar was heeling it and Maldemer was toeing it, soe syg he was walking from the bowl at his food ^|2and the meer crank he was waiting for the tow of his turn^2|.

^|2⇒ Tillº they plied him behaste on the fare.^2|

— Nohow did he kersse or hoot alike the suit and solderskins? minded first breachesmaker with considerable way on and

— Humpsea dumpsea, ^|2the munchantman,^2| secondsnipped cutter the curter.

— A ninth for a ^|2ninth ninth.^{2| |2}and take Take^2| my worth from it^|s2. And ^|ano^a| mistaenk^s2|, they thricetold the taler, and they knew the whyed for too. The because of his sosuch. Uglymand fit himshemp but throats fill us all!

— Place the scaurs wore on your groot big bailey bill, he apullajibed the O'Colonel Power, ^|s2latterly distented from the O'Conner Danº,^s2| so promonitory
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himself that he was obliffious of the headth of hosth that rosed before him, ^|s2like a dun darting dullemetter^{s2| |2|sa}with his moultain haares stuck in plostures upon itº^sa| (do you kend yon peak with its coast so green?),º^2| still trystfully acape for her his gragh knew well in precious
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memory and that proud grace to her, in gait a movely water, of smile a coolsome cup^|2, with that rarefied air of a Montmalency and her quick little breaths and her climbing colour^2|. Floodlift, her ancient of rights regaining, so yester yidd, even remembrance. ^|2Her youngfree yoke stilling his wandercursus, jilt the spin of a curl and jolt the broadth of a buoy. Ethna Prettyplume, Hughly Spaight.^2| Him her first lap, her his fast pal, for ditcher for plower, till deltas twoport. ^|2While ^|athe this^a| glowworld's lump is ^|aglooming gloaming^a| off and han in hende will grow.^2| He would withsay, nepertheloss, that is too me mean. Theirs theres is a gentlemeants agreement. ^|2|aTo slope through heather till the foot.^a| Join ^|aAltersonn Andersoon^a| and Co.^2| If the flowers of speech valed the springs of me rising the hiker I hilltapped the murk I mist my blezzard way. Not a knocker on his head nor a nicknumber on the manyoumeant. It might have been what you call your change of my life but here's ^|s2a the^s2| chance ^|2of a
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night^2| for my lifting. ^|2Hillyhollow, valleylow! With the sounds and the scents in the morning.^2|

— I shot be shoddied, throttle me, usquebauched the ersewild aleconner, for bringing briars to Benbracken ^|s2and ^|arimming ringing^a| rinbus ra round Demetrius^s2| for, as you wrinkle wryghtly, bully bluedomer, it's a suirsite's stircus haunting hesteries round old volcanoes. But time is for talerman tasting his tap. Tiptoptap, Mister Maut.

He made one summery of his the three swallows and torched up as the faery pangeant fluwed down the hisophenguts to the tickle of his tube and the twobble of his fable, O, fibbing once upon a spray what a queer and queasy spree it was. Plumped.

Which both did. Prompt. Eh, chrystal holder? Save Ampsterdampster that had rheumaniscences in his netherlumbs.

— By the drope in his groin, thinks the capon, plumbing his liners, we were heretofore.

— And be the coop of his gobbos, thinks your girth fatter, apopo of his buckseaseilers, ^|2but^2| but where's Horace's courtin troopsers?

— I put hem behind the oasthouse, sagd Pukkelsen, tuning wound on the teller, appeased to the cue, that double dyode dealered, and he's wallowing awash swill of the Tarra water. And it marinned down his trompsathletic like the marousers of the gulpstroom. The kersse of Wolafs on him, he sagd in the fornicular, for I carsed his goat in trotthers behigh in the fire behame in the oasthouse. Hops! sagd he.

— Smoke and coke choke! lauffed till the tear trickled drown a thigh the loafers all but a sheep's whosepants that swished to the lord he hadn't and the starer his story was talled to who felt that such a satuation would empty dempty him down to the ground.
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— And hopy dope! sagd he, anded the enderer, now dyply hypnotised or hopeseys doper himself. And kersse him, sagd he, ^|2after ^|aanother inunder^a| tarrapoulling,^2| the screeder, the stitchimesnider, ^|s2which goes in the ways ^|sabumboosting bomboosting^sa| to be in thelitest ^|aciville row^a| faction for a dubblebrasterd,º^s2| sagd he, the bag of my hamd till hem, sagd he, the kersse of my armsore appal this most ummentionablest of men (and, mundering eeriesk, if he didn't scalded him all the shimps names in his gitter!) a coathemmed gusset sewer, sagd he, which is not feed
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tonights a kirtle offalfisk and he is that worstered wastended shootmaker whatever poked a noodle in a clouth!

So for the second tryon all the meeting of the acarras had it. How he hised his bungle oar his shourter and cut the pinter off his pourer and lay off for Fjellagulphia in the farning. From his dhruimadhreamdhrue back to Brighten-pon-the-Baltic, from our lund's rund turs bag til threathy hoeres a wuke. Ugh!

— Stuff, Taaffe, stuff! interjoked it his wife's hopesend to the boath of them consistently. Come back to May Aileen. Ill luck to it! blastfumed the nowraging scamptail in flating furies outs trews his cammelskins. And aye far he fared from Afferik Arena and yea near he night till Blawland Bearring, baken be the brazen sun buttered be snows. And the sea shoaled and the saw squalled. And, soaking scupper, didn't he drain!

Infernal machinery (seareel number: Bullysacre, dig care a dig) having thus passed the buck to belly back from jack (finder the keeper) as the baffling yarn sailed in circles it was now high tide for the reminding pair of snipers to be suitably punished like the pervious oelkenner done till they
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had liquorally no more powers to their elbow. Ignorinsers' bliss, therefore, their not to say rifle butt target, none too wisefolly, poor fish, discoastedself to that point of its Dublin bar where, breaking and entering, from the outback's dead heart, Glasthule Bourne or Boehernapark Nolagh, ^|2by wattsismade or bianconi,^2| astraylians in island, a wellknown tall hat blown in between houses by a nightcap of that silk or it might be a black velvet and a kiber galler dragging his hunker were signalling gael warnings towards Wazwollenzee Haven to give them their beerings, east circular route or elegant central highway. Lifeboat Loe, Noeman's Woe, Hircups Emptybelly! With winkles, whelks and cocklesent jelks. Let be buttercup eve lit by night in the Phoenix. And old lotts have funn at Flammagen's ball. How they succeeded by courting daylight in saving darkness he who loves will see.

Busimess. His bestness. ^|s2Copeman helper helpen.^s2|

He cupped his years to catch me's to you in what's yours so as minest to hissent,
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blanding rum, milk and toddy with I hand it to you. Saying whiches, see his bow on the hapence, with a pattedyr but digit here, he scooped their hens, hounds and horses, biddy by bunny, with an arc of his covethand saved from the drohnings they might oncounter, intill his cubid long to hide in dry. Your sows tin the topple, dodgers, trink me dregs! Zoot!

And with the gush of a spring alice the fossickers and swagglers with him on the hoof from down under spiked forth desert roses in that mulligar scrub.

Take off thatch whitehat (Kersse come in back ^|2bespoking of loungeon^2| off the Boildawl ^|2races stumplecheatsº ^|a, dangielingº his old Conan over his top gallant shouldier so was ^|bto he'dº^b| like more look a novicer ^|sbon the nevay^sb|a|2|).

— Tick off that whiltehot, you scum of a botch (of Kersse who, as he turned out, had been mocking his hollaballoon a sample of the costume of the country).

— Tape oaf that saw foull and sew wrong, you suck of a thick stock and the udder, and confiteor yourself (bekersse he had cuttered up and misfutthered ^|2in the most multiplest manner^2| for that poor old bridge's masthard slouch a shook of cloakses the wise his own fitther couldn't nose him). ^|2And who did you do at doyle today, my horsey dorksey gentryman?º^2|

^|2— Sergeº Mee, suit! sazd he, tersey kersey.^2|

^|2⇒ Andº he stood them the whole koursse of training how it ^|aall the whole blazy ^|brace razeº^b|a| ocurraghedº from sparkº to phoenix. ^|aAnd they ^|bpiled peeredº^b| him behold on the pyre.^a|2|

— Isn't that effect? gig for gag, asked there three newcohnners at the ones upon a topers who, while in admittance to that impedance, as three as they were there, they had been malttreating themselves to their health's contempt.

— That's fag for fig, confessed mhos for mhos those who, would it not be for that dielectrick, were upon the point of obsoletion and
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at the brink of^|2, fromº the pillary of the Nilsens and ^|afrom^a| the ^|afauxpaoses statutes^a| of the Kongbullies and from the millestones ofº Ovlergroamlius^2| libitate nos, Domnial.

— And so culp me goose, he ^|+2said sasd^+|2|, the ham muncipated of the first course, recoursing, ^|2|+all cholers and coughs with his bow
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on the bummell,^+|2| the bugganeering wanderducken^|2|+, he sasd^+|2| (that his pumps may ship ^|2awhole awhoyle^2| shandymound of the dussard), ^|2the coarsehair ^|ahighsayman highsaydighsayman^a|, ^|ahe ^|+sayd sasd^+|,^a| the ^|abloedaxe bloodooth^a| baltxebec, ^|athat is crupping into our ^|braw lenguage^b| navel through ^|bthe lumbsmall ofº his^b| his hawsehole, he sayd,^a| donconfounder him, and the kurssº of all portnoysers befaddle him, ^|ahe ^|+sayd sasd^+|, till I split in his flags, he ^|+sayd sasd^+|, ^|bthe landslewder,^b| after Donnerbruch fire, as he was soampling me ledder, like pulp,º and as I was trailing his fumbelums, like hulp, he'll fell the fall of me faus, ^|+like yulp, he sayd, he sasd, like yulp,^+|a| the goragorridgorballyed pushkalsson, ^|ahe ^|+sayd sasd^+|,º^{a| |+}with his bellows pockets,^+| a disagrees to his ramskew coddlelecherskithers' ^|+zirkus zirkuvs and^+|2| there is never a tailorman in the feof fife folks of Iseland from Drumadunderry till the rumnants of Mecckrass, could milk a colt in thrushes foran furrow follower width that camelump back.

Upon this dry call with its doomed crack of the old damn ukonnen power insound it the lord of the saloom, as if for a flash salamagunnded himself, listed his tummelumpsk pack and hearinat presently returned him, ambilaterally alleyeoneyesed, from their uppletoned ^|s2layer layir to^s2| his beforetime guests who if they were abound to loose a laugh ^|2(Toni Lampi, you booraascal!)^2| they were abooned to let it as the leashed they might do when they felt their joke was coming home to them, ^|2the steerage way for stabling,^2| ghustorily spoeking, gen and gang, dane and dare, like the dud spuk
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of his first foetotype (^|2Trolldedroll,^2| how vary and ^|2likely likely!^2|), ^|2the fillibustered,^2| the fullybellied, with the old sit in his shoulders and the new satin atlas onder his uxter, erning his breadth to the swelt of his proud and picking up the amberose of the lizod lights, his tail toiled of spume and spawn, and the bulk of him and the hulk of him, as
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whenever it was he reddled a ruad to riddle a rede from the sphinxish pairc while Ede was a guardin, ere love a side issue. They hailed him cheeringly, their encient, the murrainer, and Wallruse, the merman, ye seal that lubs you lassers, Thallasee or Tullafilmagh, when come of uniform age.

— Heave, coves, emptybloody!

And ere he could catch or hook or line to suit their sausyskins, the lumpenpack.

— Sot! sod the tailors opsits from their gabbalots. Change all that whole set. Shut down and shet up. Our set, our set's allohn.

And they poured em behoild on the fire. Scaald!

Rowdiose wodhalooing. Theirs is one lessonless missage for good and truesirs. Will any persen bereaved to be passent bringback or rumpart to the Hoved politymester. Clontarf, one love, one fear. ^|2Ellers callen hom: Finucane-Lee, Finucane-Law.^2|

Welter focussed.

Wind from the nordth. Warmer towards muffinbell. Lull.

^|2As ^|saour revelant^sa| Columnfillerº predigtedº ^|sain last ^|sbmounth's chattery mount's chattiryº^sb| sermon^sa|,^{2| |2}The theº^2| allexpected depression over Schiumdinebbia, a bygger muster of veirying precipitation, haralded by faugh sicknells (hear kokkenhavens ekstras!) and umwalloped in an unusuable suite of clouds, having filthered ^|2in a direct ray^2| trough the middelhav of the same gorgers' kennel on its wage wealthwards and incursioned a sotten retch of low pleasure, missed in some ports but with lucal drizzles, the outlook for tomarry (Streamstress Mandig) beamed brider, his ability good.

What hopends to they?

Art thou gainous sense uncompetite! Limited. Anna Lynchya Pourable! One and eleven. United We Stand, even many offered. Don't forget. I wish auspicable thievesdayte for the stork ^|2derby dyrby^2|. It will be a thousanne's a won paddies. And soon to bet. On drums of bliss. With hapsalap troth, hipsalewd prudity, hopesalot honnessy, hoopsaloop luck. After when from midnights unwards the fourposter harp ^|2quartette quartette.º ⁽⁺(Kiskiviikko, Kalastus. Torstai, tanssia. Perjantai, peleja. Lavantai ja Sunnuntai christianismus kirjallisuus, kirjallisuus christianismus.)^{+)2| |2}whilesd Whilesd^2| this pallover his finnisch.

— Comither, ahorace, till I've fined you a faulter-in-law, ^|2gentlemens tealer, ^|agentleman generalman^a|
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seelord,^2| szed the head talebearer, then sayd the ship's gospfather in the scat story to the husband's capture, ^|2and let lead pacts be being betving ye, he sayd, ^|aby my main makeskift, he sayd,^a| one fisk and one flesk, as flat as, Estmand Edmondson you, you're iron slides and so hompety domp as Paddley MacNamaraº here he's a hardy canooter^2| and sayd he to the nowwedding captain, the rude hunnerable Humphrey, comeether, sayd he, my merrytime mortimer, you wutan whaal, sayd he. And no more of your maimed acts after this
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or be the hooley table I'll rehearse your comeundermends. As puck as that Paddeus picked the pun and left the lollies off the foiled. A Trinity judge will crux your boom. Pat is the man for thy. Ay ay!

— I popetithes thee, ^|2Ocean, sayd he, Oscarvaughther, sayd he,^2| Erievikkingr, sayd he, intra ^|2trifum^2| triforium trifoliorum, sayd he, forfor furst of the gielgaulgulls and hero chief explunderer of the clansakiltic, sayd he, the steamerer's mastress to the sea aasse cuddycoalman's, out of the ^|+2hell hellsinky^+|2| of the ^|+2howthen howtheners^+|2| and be danned to ye, sayd he, into our roomyo connellic relation, ^|s2|aas Harris says,^a|s2| sayd he, in that the loyd mave hercy on your sael! Anomyn an awer. Spickinusand.

— Nansense, you snorsted? He was haltid agenst all religions overtrow so hworefore the pokker ^|2the ^|abigbug^a| storstore exploder^2| would he be daadaaped by Priest Gudfadren ^|2|+of the sacredhaunt suit^+|2| in ^|s2Diaeblen Diaeblen-Balkley at Saint Petricksburg^s2|? But, ear this!
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— And here ^|2aherra aaherra^2|, ^|2my rere admirable ^|+peadar^+| poulsen,^2| sayd he, consistently, ^|2|+to the secondnamed sutor,^+|2| my lately lamented sponsorship, ^|+2Tomkin tomkin^+|2| about your lief eurekason and his undishcovery of americle, ^|2be the roaring forties, he sayd, ^|sahe sayd,^{sa| |+}and on my sopper crappidamn, as Harris himself says,^+|2| here is the ninethest pork of a man whisk swimmies in Dybblin water from Ballscodden easthmost till Thyrston's Lickslip and, sayd he (whiles the heart of Lukky Swayn laughed in his icebox for to think of all the soorts of
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smukklers he would behave in juteyfrieze being forelooped to her), praties peel two hour goodsend Brandonius, he has the nicesth pert of a nittlewoman in the house^|2, a treasure astore for you,^2| that he daughts upon of anny livving plusquebelle, titting out through her droemer window for the flyend of a touchman ^|2over the wishtas of English Strand ^|+when Kilbarrack bell pings saksalaisance that Concessas ^|aand with^a| Sinbads may (pong!),^{+| |a}where our ^|bdolimonde dollimonde^b| sees the phantom shapeº of Mr Fortunatus Wright since winksome Miss Bulkeley made loe to her wrecker and he took ^|bher^b| to be ^|ba^b| rover, O,^a|2| and playing house of ivary dower of gould ^|2andº gift you soil me peepat my prize^2|, which its a blue loogoont for her ^|2in a bleakeyed seusan^2| if she can't give Norgeyborgey good airish timers, ^|2while the her fresh racyº turf is ^|akindlyº^a| kindling up the lovver with the flu,^2| aidan bay ^|+2sie and die seyeº and dye^+|2|, ^|2aasbukividdy,^2| twentynine to her dozen ^|2and^2| coocoo
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him dildulcey dovely to his old cawcaws' huggin and munin ^|2for his strict privatear^2| and beat his barge into a battering pram ^|2with her ^|awatling wattlingº^a| way for cubblin^2| and, sayd he, the marriage mixter, to Kersse her coaxfonder, timkin abeat your ^|2andraws Andraws^2| Meltons and his lovsang of the short and shifty, poles a port and zones asunder, ^|2tie up in hates and repeat at luxure,^2| when it comes to the ride onerable, sayd he, ^|2in the pirvacy of the pirmanocturne, sayd he ^|a(whilesº the breath of Huppy Hullespont swumped in his seachest for to renumberº all the nights long roll and call of sweethearts that every had a port in)^a|,^2| before Sing Mattins in the Fields, ^|2|aringsingd ringsingd ringsengd ringsengd^a|,^2| for it's never dawn in the dark but the deed comes to life, ^|2be the holpº of me cope ^|aand as^a| so pluse the riches of the roedshields,^2| she will make a pair and singlette^|2, jodhpur smalls and tailerlessº,º^2| for my old comrhade Saltymar here, ^|2Briganteen-General Sir^2| A. I. Magnus, the flappenooser, ^|2|amaster of the good lifebark Ulivengrene of Onslought ^|bandº the homespumed of her hearthº^b|a| (^|acuss Fuss^a| his farther was the norse norse east and Muss his mother was a gluepot) and, gravydock or groovy anker, aº hundred hulldread
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pursunk manowhood,^2| who he is the bettest bluffy blondblubber of an olewidgeon what overspat a skettle in a skib.

^|2Cawcaught. Coocaged.^2|

^|2With her banbax hoist from holder zig for zag through pool and polder, cheap, cheap, cheap and Laughing Jack, all augurs scorenning, see the Bolche your pictures motion and Kitzy Kleinsuessmein eloping for that holm in Finn's Hotel Fiord,º Nova Norenning. Where they pulled down the kuddle and they made fray and if thee don't look homey well that Dook can eye Mae.^2|

He goat a berth. And she cot a manege. And whoth's gorse mundum ganna wedst.

Knock knock. War's where! Which war? The twwinns. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock.

The kilder massed, one then and uhindred ^|2(harefoot,º birdyhands, herringabone, beesknees),^2| and they barneydansked a kathareen round to know the who and to show the howsome. Why was you hiding, moder of moders? And where was hunty
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poppa the gun? Pointing up to skyless haven like the spoon out of sergeantmajor's tay. Which was the worst of them phaymix cupplerts? He's herd of hoarding and her faiths is altared. Becoming ungoing their seeming sames for though that liamstone deaf do his part there's a windtreetop whipples the damp off the mourning. But tellusit allasif wellasits end. And the lunger it takes the swooner they tumble two. He knows he's just thrilling and she's sure she'd squeam. The threelegged man and the tulippied dewydress. Lludd hillmythey we're brimming to hear. The durst he did and the first she ever? Peganeen Bushe this isn't the polkar, catch as you cancan when high land fling! And you, Tommy Melooney, I'll tittle your parents if you stick that pigpin upinto meh!

So whoopsabout a plabbaside, poison kerls, ^|2from your thwaites and thorpes, withes, tofts and fosses, fells, fells, haughs and shaws, lunds, garths and dales,^2| mensuring the megnominous as so will is the littleyest, the myrioheartzed with toroidal coil, eira area round wantanajocky, fin above wave after duckydowndivvy, ^|2trader arm aslung beauty belt, the formor velican blank, sommerladº and cinder^2| and how Big Bil Brine Borumoter first took his gage at lil lolly lavvander waader and was it the twylyd or the mounth of the ^|2yore yareº^2| or the feint of her smell made the seomen assalt of her (in imageascene all: whimwhim whimwhim). for the laetification of disgeneration by neuhumourisation of our kristianiasation.