Jaunty Jaun, as I was shortly before that made aware, next halted to fetch a breath, the first leg of his nightstride being pulled through, and to loosen (let God's son now be looking down on to the poor preambler!) both of his bruised brogues that were plainly made a good bit before his hosen were at the weir by Lazar's Walk (for far and wide, as broad as he was long, was he noted for his humane treatment of any kind of abused footgear), a matter of maybe nine score or so barrelhours' distance off, as truly he merited to do. He was there, I could planimetrically see, when I took a closer look at him, that was to say, greatly altered for the brighter though still the graven image of his squarer self as he was used to be, perspiring but happy notwithstanding his foot was still asleep on him, the way he thought by the holy januarious he had a bullock's hoof in his buskin, with his halluxes so splendid, through Ireland untranscended, bigmouthed poesther, propped up, restant, against a butterblond warden of the peace, one comestabulish Sigurdsen, who, buried upright like the Osbornes, had tumbled slumbersomely on sleep at night duty behind the curing station, equilebriated amid the embracings of a monopolised bottle.
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Now, there were as many as twentynine hedgedaughters out of Saint Brigid's national nightschool (for I seemed to remember how it was still a look before you leap year) learning their antemeridian lesson of life, beseated as they were upon the brinkspondy, attracted to the rare sight of the first human yellowstone landmark while they paddled away keeping time magnetically with their eight and fifty pedalettes, playing foolyfool jouay allo misto posto,
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all barely in their typtap teens, describing a charming dactylogram of nocturnes though repelled by the snores of the log who looked stuck to the sod as ever and oft, when liquefied, he murmoaned abasourdly in his Dutchener's native, visibly unmoved, over his treasure trove for the crown: Dotter dead bedstead mean diggy smuggy flasky!

Jaun (after he had in the first place doffed a hat with a reinforced crown and bowed to all the others in that chorus of praise of goodwill girls on their best beehiviour who all they were girls all rushing sowarmly for the post ^|s11as bo buzzy as sie could bie^s11| to read his kisshands, kittering all about, rushing and making a tremendous girlsfuss over him pellmale and his rosyposy smile, mussing his frizzy hair and the gollywog curls of him all done in loveletters like a trayful of cloudberry tartlets and smilingly smelling, pair and pair about, broad by bread and slender to slimmer, the nice perfumios that came peeling off him (nice!) which was angelic simply, savouring of wild thyme and parsley jumbled with breadcrumbs (O nice!) asinging to his stamen and apetting of his pistil and feeling his full fat pouch for him so tactily and jingaling his jellybags, for he was just the killingest ladykiller all by kindness now you, Jaun, asking kindlily (hillo, missies!) after their howareyous at all with those of their dollybegs, and where's Agatha's lamb? and how are the two columbillas?) next went on (finefeelingfit!) to drop a few stray remarks anent their personal appearances and the contrary tastes displayed in their tight kittycasques and their smart frickyfrockies, asking coy one after sloy one had she read Irish legginds and gently reproving one that the ham of her hom could be seen below her hem and whispering another aside that the hook of her hum was open a bittock at her back, to have a side-eye to that, hom, and all of course just to fill up a form out of pure human kindness and in a sprite of fun, for Jaun, by the way, was by way of becoming (I think, I hope he was) the most purely human being that ever was called man. Jaun, after those few prelimbs, made out through his horoscope the apparition of his fond sister Izzy, for he knowed his love by her waves of splabashing and she showed him proof by her way of blubushing, nor could he forget her so tarnelly easy as all that since he was brotherbesides her ^|11'bennydick benedict^11'| godfather and heaven knows he thought the world and his life of her ^|11'sweet heart^11'|, poor, good, true, Jaun.
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— Sister dearest, Jaun delivered himself with express cordiality, marked by clearance of diction and general delivery, as he began to take leave of his scholastica at once so as to gain time with deep affection, we honestly believe you soeurly will miss us the moment we exit yet we feel as a martyr to the dischurch of all duty that it is about time, by ^|11'Great^11'| Harry, we would shove off to stray on our long last journey and not be the load on ye. This is the gross proceeds of your teachings in which we were raised, you, Sis, that used to write to us the exceeding nice letters for presentation and would be telling us anon (full well do we wont to recall to mind) thy oldworld tales of homespinning and derringdo and dieobscure and daddyho, those tales which reliterately whisked oft our heart so narrated by thou, gesweest, to perfection, our pet pupil of the whole rhythmetic class and the mainsay of our erigenal house, the time we younkers twain were fairly tossing ourselves (O Phoebus! O Pollux!) in bed, having
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been laid up with Castor's oil on the Parrish's syrup (the night we well remember) for to share our hard suite of affections with thee.

^|11'I rise, Oº fair assemblage. Andcommincio.^11'| Now then, after this introit, my galaxy girls, quiproquo of directions to henservants I was asking his advice on the strict T.T. from Father Mike, P.P., my orational dominican (buyd the birds, he was saying sermon ^|11'in an offrand way^11'| and confidences petween pees like ourselves in so and so many nuncupiscent words about how he had just been confarreating teat-à-teat with two viragos intactas and what an awful life he led, poorish priced, and what a lawful day it was, there and then, for a consommation with an effusion and how, by all the manny larries ate pignatties, how he'd marry me flying any old buckling time as quick as he'd look at me), and I am giving youth now in words of style^|11', byaway of offertory,º ^|~his & his andº^~|11'| mikeadvice as those words he said to me. Come all ye dimsel damsels, siddle down and listle all! Follow me close! Keep me in view! ^|s11Study Understeady^s11| me saries! which is ^|11'to all practising massoeusesº from a preaching freer and^11'| be a gentleman without a duster ^|11'to a parlour before a parlourmade^11'| without a spitch. ^|11'Where the lisieuse ^|ais it are we^{a| |a|~}& and^~| what'sº the first sing to be sung^a|? Several sindays after whatsintime. I'll sack that ^|asick^a| server ^|aafter the minute^a| I bless him. Here she'sº is a belleº, virginwhite. Doremous!º^11'| During our brief apsence from this furtive feugtig season adhere to as many as probable of the ten commandments and in the long run they will prove for your better guidance along your path of right of way. The same or similar to be kindly observed within the affianced dietcess ^|s11of O'Toole and Gwenn du Lake^s11| from Manducare Monday up till farrier's siesta in china dominos. Words taken ^|s11in triumph ^s11| from the ^|11'|xsufferant^x|11'| pen of our ^|s11jocosus^s11| inkerman ^|s11militant of the reed behind the ear^s11|. Never miss a bride's mass for the couple in Myles you chance to blindworship. Never curse good pork of a bad friday. Never let a hog of the hill trample underfoot your lily of Killarney. Never play lady's game for the Lord's stake. Never lose your heart away till you win his diamond back. Make a strong point of never kicking up your rumpus over the scroll end of sofas in the Dar Bey Coll Cafeteria by tootling risky apropos songs at commercial travellers' smokers for their columbian nights entertainments the like of White limbs they never stop teasing or Minxy was a Manxmaid when Murry wore a Man. And, by the by, is it you goes bisbuiting His Esaus and Cos and then throws them bag in the box? Why, the tin's nearly empty. First, thou shalt not smile. Twice, thou shalt not love. Lust, thou shalt not commix idolatry. Never park your brief stays in the men's convenience. Never clean your buttoncups with your dirty pair of ^|s11saucers sassers^s11|. Never ask ^|s11your his^s11| first person where's your quickest cut to our last place. Never let the promising hand usemake free of your oncemaid sacral. The soft side of the axe! ^|s11Never dip in the ern while you've browsers on your suite.^s11| Never slip the silver key through your gate of golden age. Ere you sail foreget my prize. Never christen medlard apples till a swithin is in sight. Wet your thistle where a weed is and you'll rue it, despyneedies. Especially beware,
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please, of being at a party to any demoralising home life. That saps a chap. Keep cool faith in the firm, have warm hoep in the house and begin frem athome to be chary of charity. Recollect the yella perals that beset green gerils, Rhidarhoda and Daradora, once they get hobbyhorsical, playing breeches parts for Bessy Sudlow in fleshcoloured pantos instead of earthing down in the coalhole trying to boil the ^|s11old gun's^s11| big Gunne's dinner. Leg-before-Wicked lags-behind-Wall where here Mr Whicker whacked a great fall. Femorafamilla feeled it a candleliked but Hayes, Conyngham and Robinson sware it's an egg. Forglim mick aye! Stay, forestand and tillgive it! Remember the biter's bitters I shed the hour I buried our Harlotte Quai from poor Mrs Mangain's of Britain court ^|11'on the feast of Marie Maudlin^11'|. Sold in her heyday, laid in the straw, bought for one puny petunia. Moral: if you can't point a lily get to henna out of here! Put your swell foot downmost on ^|11'lowcut foulardy pneumonia^11'| shortwaists ^|11'|~irreconcilible irriconcilible^~| with true fiminin ^|~riservition risirvition^~|,º^11'| and ribbons of lace, limenick's disgrace. Sure what is it on the whole only holes tied together and the merest transparent washingtones to make Languid Lola's lingery longer? Whalebones and buskbutts may hurt you but never lay bare your breast secret to joy Jonas in the Dolphin's Barncar. ^|11'|aThere you'll fix your eyes darkled on the autocart of the ^|bbring bringfast^b| cable but here till you'reº martimorphysed just sit still face to face.^a| For if the shorth of your skorth falls down to his knees pray how wrong will he look till he rises? ^|aNot before Gravesend is commuted.^a|11'| And now reappears ^|11'Artist Autist^11'| Algy, the pulcherman, stated to be well
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known in and near the ciudad of Buellas Arias, taking you to the playguehouse to see the Smirchings of Venus, introducing you to Hogarth and asking in a very low ^|11'bearded^11'| voice^|11', withº a nice little manner and in a very nice little way,º^11'| won't you ^|11'be an artist's moral ^|~& and^~|11'| pose in your nudies as a local esthetic before voluble old masters Bottisilly and Titteretto and Vergognese and Coraggio! And the volses of lewd Buylan, for innocence! ^|11'and the phyllisophies of ^|aBussup^a| Bulkeley.^11'| All blah! Put off the old man at the very font and get right on with the young ^|s11fellow sparker^s11| round the back. Stick wicks in your earshells when you hear the prompter's voice. Look on a boa in his beauty and you'll nevermore wear your strawberry leaves. Rely on the relic. What bondman ever you bind on earth I'll be bound 'twas combined in hemel. Keep airly hores and the worm is yores. Go to doss with the poulterer and shake up with the milchmand. The Sully van vultures are on the prowl. And the hailies fingring maries. ^|11'Tobacco'sº tabu and toboggan's a backseatº.^11'| Secret satieties and onanymous letters make the great unwatched as bad as their betters. Don't on any account acquire a paunchon for ^|11'the that ^|aall too common alltoocommon^a|11'| fagend habit of ^|11'frequenting and^11'| chumming together with the pairs of couples in Mr Tunnelly's halldoorways^|11', wrigglingº with lowcusses ^|~& and^~| cockchafers ^|~& and^~| & vamps ^|~& and^~| rodants,^11'| in the end to commit acts of
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interstipital indecency as between twineties and tapegarters under the coverfew act. Three minutes, I'm counting you! Woooooon! ^|11'No blank now!^11'| Give me that when I tell you! And is that any place to be smuggling his madam's apples up? Gee wedge! Begor, I like the way they're half cooked. Hold, flay, grill, fire that laney feeling for kosenkissing dysgenically within the proscribed limits like Population Peg does be doing to Temptation Tom. Atkings questions in barely and snakking smuth like a nursemaid. While there's men-o'-war on the say there'll loves-o'-women on the do. Love, cisternbrothelly, when properly disinfected and taken neat in the generable way upon retiring to roost ^|11'in the company of a husband-in-law or other respectable relative of an apposite sex^11'|, does a felon good, suspiciously if he has a slugger's liver. But I cannot belabour the point too ardently (and ^|s11after the lessions of ^|sainspiration experience^sa|s11| I speak from inspiration) that fetid spirits is the thief of prurities so none of your twenty rod ^|11'cherrywhisks cherrywhisks, me daughter,º^11'| at the Cat and Rabbit. When the night's in May and the moon shines might. ^|11'And at 2 bisº ^|~Lot Street Lot's Road^~|. ^|aWhen parties get tight ^|btogether for each other^b| they lose all respect ^|btogether^b|.^a| By the stench of her fizzle ^|~and^~| the glibth of her gab know the drunken draggletail Dublin drab. ^|aYou'll pay for each bally sorraday
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night ^|~each every^~| billing ^|~sunday sumday^~| morning.º^a|11'| We won't meeth in Navan till you try to give the Kellsfireclub the goby. Hill or hollow, Hull or Hague! And beware how you dare of wet cocktails in Kildare or the same may see your wedding driving home from your wake. Nor must you omit to screw the lid firmly on that jazz jiggery^|11'|x, kick starts, bumping racesº on the flat and point to cointº over obstacles^x|11'|. Ridewheeling that acclivisciously up ^|s11windy^s11| Rutland Rise and insighting rebellious ^|s11winds northers^s11| in the saunter of the city of Dunlop. Then breretonbiking on the free with your airs of go-be-dee and your heels upon the handlebars. Should you feel as though you needed healthy physicking exercise to flush your kidneys, you understand, and move the bowel, lassy, ^|11'and perspire freely,º^11'| why, out you go on the dirt track and skip. ^|11'Deal with Nature,º the great greengrocer,º and pay regular byº the monthlies.^11'| Your ^|s11punt's Punt's perfume's Perfume's^s11| only in the hatpinny shop beside the reek of the rawney. It's more important than air — I mean than food — air and promotes that natural emotion. Likewise if I were in your unvelope shirt I'd keep my weathereye well cocked open for your furnished lodgers paying for their feed on tally with company and piano tunes. The too friendly friend sort ^|11'whoº ^|~is common he's kommen^~|11'| from old Pannonia ^|11'who ^|afor on^a| this purpose and ^11'| mix himself so at home ^|11'with mid^11'| the ^|11'music musik^11'| and spanks the ivory so lovely, Mistro Melosiosus MacShine MacShane, may soon prove your undoing and bane through the succeeding years of rain should you, whilst Jaun is from home, get used to basking in his loverslowlap
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when closeted together ^|11'behind locked doors, kissing steadilyº^11'| (it's not the thing, you know) with the calfloving selfseeker
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under the influence of woman, ^|11'inching ^|~towards up to^~| you and^11'| disarranging your modesties and fumbling with his forte paws in your bodice after your billydoos twy as a first go-off (take care, would you stray and split on me!) and going on doing his idiot every time you gave him his chance to get thick and play pigglywiggly, ^|11'making much of you,^11'| bilgetalking ^|11'like a ditherer ^11'| about your glad neck and the round globe and the white milk and the red raspberries (O horrifier!) and prying down furthermore to chance his lucky arm with his pregnant questions up to our past lives. It would be a whorable state of affairs altogether for the red columnists, Peter Paragraph and Paulus Puff, to get ahold of ^|11'for their balloons^{11'| |s11}and shoot you by surprise^s11|, considering the marriage slump that's on this oil age and ^|11'fleas pulexes^11'| three shillings a pint ^|s11and wives at six and seven^s11| in the slack march of civilisation, ^|11'|a|~infidel's laid on pagan greasa^{~|a| |~}and domestic calamities once and a half per annum^~|11'| were you, becoming guilty of intoxication, to have and to hold, to pig and to pay, direct connection ^|11'qua intervener ^11'| with a prominent ^|11'married^11'| member of the vicereeking squad and in consequence of the hereinunder subpenas be flummoxed to the second degree by becoming a detestificated companykeeper on the dammymonde of Lucalamplight. ^|11'Anything but that!, for the fear ^|~& and^~| love of gold!^11'| Once and for all I'll have no college swankies (you see I am well voiced in love's arsenal so I have every reason to know that rogues' gallery of nightbirds and bitchfanciers, lucky duffs and light lindsays, haughty hamiltons and gay gordons, dosed, doctored
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and otherwise, messing around skirts and what their fickling intentions look like, you make up your mind to that) trespassing on your danger zone in the dancer years. If ever I catch you at it, mind, it's you that will ^|11'ketch ^|~cocotte cocottch^~|11'| it! I'll give it to you, hot, high and heavy^|11', beforeº you can say sedro^11'|! Or may the maledictions of Lousyfear fall like nettlerash on the white friar's father that converted from moonshine the fostermother of the first nancyfree that ran off after the trumpadour that mangled Moore's melodies and so upturned the tubshead of the stardaft journalwriter to inspire the prime finisher to fellhim the firtree out of which Cooper Funnymore planed the flat of the beerbarrel on which my grandydad's lustiest sat his
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seat of unwisdom with my tante's petted sister for the cause of his joy!

Poof! There's puff for ye, begorra, all abound me breadth! As broad as its lung and as long as a line! Whoo? Now something nice. Dear sister in perfect law again I say take a brokerly advice that we, Jaun, first of our name, here now make all receptacles of, free of price. Easy, my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or nod. Be vacillant over those vigilant who would leave you to belave black on white. ^|11'Perousse instate your Weaklyº Standerd, ^|athat our^{a| |~}virile verile^~| organ that is ^|aread red^a| allover.^11'| Apply your five wits to the four verilatest. Swear aloud by pious fiction the like of Lentil Lore by Carnival Cullen or Pease in Plenty by the ^|11'Cury Curer^11'| of Wars^|11', ^|athe best sells on the market,^a| set up by Gill the father, put out by Gill the son and circulating disimally at Gillydehooly's cost,º^11'| licensed and censered by Their Graces of Linzen and Petitbois, licet ut lebanus, for expansion on the promises. ^|11'|aGet Strike up^a| a nodding acquaintance with the works of old Mrs Trot, senior, and ^|aMr Manoel^a| Canter, junior, and Loper de Fegas, nates maximum.^11'| Sifted science will do your arts good. Egg Laid by Former Cock and With Flageolettes in ^|s11Saint Send^s11| Fanciesland. Trip over sacramental tea into the long lives of our saints and saucerdotes^|11', with vignettes,º^11'| cut short
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into instructual primers by those in authority for the bittermint of your soughts. Remember, maid, thou must art powder but Cinderella thou dust return. ^|11'(Whatº are you ^|apulling rubbingº^a| her sleeve for,º Ruby? And pull in your tongue, Polly!)º^11'| Cog that out of your teen times, everyone! How dare ye be laughing out of your mouthshine at the lack of that? Keep cool your fresh chastity which is far, far better, far. Sooner than part with that vestalite emerald of the first importance, descended to me by far from our family, which you treasure up so closely in the sanctuary where your nether extremes meet, nay, rather let the whole ekumene universe belong to merry Hal and do whatever his Mary well
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likes. You can take all the lard you ^|s11like care for^s11| in these lassitudes if you've parents and things to look after. There's nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless she'd care for a mouthpull of white pudding, for the wish is on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye. Guard that gem, Sissy, rich and rare, ses he. In this cold old worold who'll feel it? Hum! The jewel you're all so cracked about there's flitty few of them gets it, for there's nothing now but the sable stoles and a runabout to& match it. Sing him a ring. Touch me low. And I'll lech ye so, my soandso. Show and show. Show on show. She. Shoe. Shone.

Divulge, sjuddenly jouted out hardworking Jaun, clenching his manlies, so highly strong was he, ^|s11man,^s11| and gradually quite warming to her, divulge unto me and say the curname in undress of any lapwhelp or sleevemongrel who talks to you upon the road where he tuck you to be a roller, O, and volunteers to trifle with your roundlings ^|11'for proffered glass ^|~& and^~| dough ^11'| without taking out his proper password
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from the eligible ministriss for affairs with the black fremdling, that enemay of our country, in a cleanlooking light and (I don't care a gothamm tongser's tammany hang who the mucky is nor two hoots in the corner nor three shouts on a hill, were he even a constantineapolitan namesuch of my very own and like enoch to my townmajor ancestors, Rere Uncle Remus, the Baas of Eboracum, and Old Father Ulissabon Knickerbocker, the lanky Sire of Wolverhampton, about their bristolings) as true as there's a soke for sakes in Twoways Petersborough and sure as home we come to newsky prospeckt from west the wave on schedule time from the land of breach of promise, with March's pebbles spinning from beneath our footslips, rest insured that as we value the very name Insister that as soon as we do possibly it will be a poor lookout for that insister. He's a market man from that hour. And why do we say that, you may query me? ^|11'Guess!^11'| Wrong! Because then probably we'll dumb well soon show him what the Shaun way is like how we'll go a long way towards breaking his outsider's face for him for making up to you and getting my ward's head under his chancery before feeling with his two dimensions for your nuptial dito. Ohibow, if I was Blonderboss I'd gooandfrighthisdualman! Now, we'll tell you what we'll do to be sicker instead of compensation. We'll burst his mouth like Leary to the Leinsterface ^|11'and reduce his liniments to a ^|~pulp poolp^~|11'|. You'll hear him calling you, bump, like a blizz, in the muezzin of the turkest night. That'll be it, even should I have to coomb the brash of the libs round Close Saint Patrice to lay my louseboob on his
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behaitch like Toss. I have his quoram of images all on my retinue, Mohomadhawn Mike. Brass up! Moreover, after that bad manners to me if I don't think strongly about giving the brotherkeeper into custody to the first policewoman cunstable in the field I might chance to follopon. Or for that matter if I get the wind up what do you bet I mightn't even take it into my head to swing for your perfect stranger in the meadow of heppiness and then wipe the street up with the clonmellian ^|11'|~before I bring, pending my bringing^~| proceedings before a ^|abench bunch^a| of magistrafes ^|~& 12 and twelve^~| good ^|~& and^~| gleeful men^11'|? Take warning! It should prove more or less of an event. He'll have pansements then for his ^|s11pensamiento! pensamientos.^{s11| |11'|~}Dumlim will hum. Dumnlimn wimn humn.^~|11'| In which case I'll not be complete in fighting lust until I contrive to half kill your Charley you're my darling for you and send him to ^|s11Home^s11| Surgeon Hume, the algebrist, before his appointed time particularly should he turn out to be a man in brown about town of about fiftysix or so, ^|11'pithecoid proportions,^11'| with perhaps five feet eight, the usual X Y Z type, R.C., Toc H, nothing but claret, ^|11'not in the studbook by a long ^|~way stretchº^~|,^11'| with a toothbrush moustache and jaw crockeries, alias grinner through collar, and of course no beard, meat and mustard suit, washing tie, sipping some Wheatley's on a barstool, always trying to buy movables by monthlies for to put in a new house to loot, cigarette in his holder, with a good job and pension in Buinness's, blueygreen eyes a bit scummy^|11', developingº a series of
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angry boils with certain references to the Deity, seeking relief in alcohol^11'| and so on, general omnibus character with a dash of railway brain, stale cough and an occasional twinge of claudication, having his favourite fecundclass family of upwards of a decade to boot and care for.

So let it be a knuckle or an ^|11'elbow. elbow, I ^|ahereby^a| admonish you.^11'| And lest there be no misconception, Miss Forstowelsy, over who to fasten the plightforlifer on when the nice little smellar squalls in his crydle what the dirty old bigger'll be squealing through his coughin, you better keep in the gunbarrel straight ^|11'as I recommence you to^11'| (you baggage, do you hear what I'm praying?) or, Gosh, I'll be all over you myselx
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horizontally for knocking me with my name and yourself and your babybag down with a rap of the gabble to a third price cowhandler as cheap as the niggerd's dirt (for sale!) or I'll smack your jujube lips well for you so I will well for you if you don't keep a civil tongue in your pigeonhouse. I'll teach you bed manners tip for tap not to be playing your oddaugghter tangotricks with micky dazzlers if I find corsehairs on your riverfrock and the ^|11'seatside squirmside^11'| of your burberry lupitally covered with chaff and shavings. You'll ging nae maer wi' Wolf the Ganger! Lonely went to play your mother, isod? ^|11'You was wiffriends?^11'| Hay, dot's a doll yarn! Mark mean then! I'll homeseek you, Luperca, as sure as there's a palatine in Limerick, and, in
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stript conference, here's how, if you're my rodeo gell. Nerbu de Bios! If yous twos goes to walk upon the railway, God and I'll goad to beat behind the bush. Snip! I'll tear up your limpshades and lock all your tailors in the closet, I will, and cut your silkskin into garters. I'll have plenary sadisfaction, plays the bishop, for your partial's indulgences. ^|11'Fair man ^|~& and^~| foul suggestion. ^|~There is There's^~| a lot of pleasure coming ^|a|~backwards bangslanging^~|a| your way. You'll rebmemer your mottob ^|asmarter^a| the next nickst time.^11'| For I'll just draw my prancer and give up one splitpuck in the crupper, you understand, that will bring the warm blush of shame to your ^|11'peony^11'| hindmost till you yelp papapardon and radden your rhodatantarums ^|11'to the ^|atune beat^a| of calorrubordolor^|a, I am, I do and I sufferº^a|11'| (do you hear me now, lickspoon, and stop looking at your bussycat bow in the ^|11'slate?) slate!),º^11'| that you won't obliterate for the bulkier part of a running year, failing to give a good account of yourself, if you think I'm so tan cupid as all that. Lights out now (bouf!), tight and sleep on it! And that's how I'll bottle your greedypuss beautibus for ye, me bullin heifer, for 'tis I that have the peer of arrams that carry a wallop between them.

How (from the sublime to the ridiculous) times out of oft, my future, shall we think with deepest of love and recollection by introspection of thee
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but me far away on the pillow breathing fondly o'er my names all through the empties whilst moidhered by the rattle of the doppeldoorknockers. Our poet puts it somewhere better. You're sitting on me style, maybe, whereoft I helped yous ore. Littlegame girl from ^|11'Liffeyslidebank Liffaslidebank^11'| you fill a big roomy corner in this unadulterated seat of our affections. Sevenheavens O heaven! Iy waount yiou! Yore ways to melittleme were wonderful so Ick am purseproud in sending yum loveliest pansiful thoughts touching me dash in-you through wee dots Hyphen, the so pretty arched godkin of beddingnights. How I shall should I survive as, please the uniter of U.M.I. hearts, I am living in hopes to do, replacing mig wandering handsup in yawers, so yeager for mich, positively cover the two pure cheeks of your comely plumpcake with sugary kissings hong, kong, and so gong that I'd scare the bats out of the ivfry one of those muggy mornings, honestly, by my rantandog and daddyoak, I will, become come coming when, upon the mingling of our meeting waters, wish to wisher, like massive mountains to part no more, you will there and then in those happy moments of our your soft accord rainkiss on me back for full marks with shouldered arms and in that united I.R.U. state when I come (teuf! teuf!) wildflier's fox into my own green geese again swap sweetened smugs six of one for half a dozen of the other when cherries next come back to Ealing as come they must as they musted in their past as they must for my pressing season as hereinafter must they chirrywill immediately pending on my safe return to ignorance and bliss ^|11'in my horseless ^|a99 coppallpower 99 coppallpoor^a| through suirland ^|~& and^~| noreland,º kings ^|~countless & country and^~| queens,^11'| with my ropes of pearls for gamey girls the way ye'll ^|11'hardly know me hardly. Knowme^11'|.

'Tis post purification we will and render social service, missus. Let us all ignite in our prepurgatory grade as aposcals
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and help our Jakeline sisters clean up the hogshole. Burn only what's Irish, accepting their coals. Write me your essayest but cursorily for Henrietta' sake on mortinatality or the life of jewries and the sludge of King's at its height running boulewards over the whole of it. I'd write it all by mownself if I only had here of my jolly young watermen. Bear in mind, by Michael, all the provincials' bananas and elacock eggs making drawadust jubilee along Henry, Moore, Earl and Talbot streets. Luke at all the memmer manning he's dung for the prey of birds, our priest-mayor-king-merchant, strewing the Castleknock road till the first glimpse of Wales and from Ballses Breach Harshoe up to Dumping's Corner with the Marist Fathers versus White Friars elevens out on a rogation stag party. Compare them caponchin trowlers otiosely with the Bridges of Belches in Fairview, noreast Dublin's favourite souwest ^|11wateringplace wateringplatz^11|, and ump as you lump it. ^|11What do you mean by Jno Citizen and how do you think of Jas Pagan?^11| Explain why there is such a number of orders of religion in Asa! Why such an order number in preference to any other number? Why any number in any order at all? Where is the greenest island of the black coats of Spaign? Overset into universal: I am perdrix and upon my pet ridge. ^|s11Orelmus!^s11| Hailfellow some wellmet boneshaker or trust and take the Drumgondola tram and, wearing the trotteur and vestee endorsed by the hierarchy fitted with ecclastics, stand on, say, Aston's, at, suppose, the hoyth of number eleven, let us say, Kane or Keogh's, along quayth a copy of the Seeds and Weeds Act, when you have procured one for yourself,
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and I advise you strongly to take a good longing gaze into any nearby shopswindow you may select and in the course of about thirtytwo minutes' time proceed to turn aroundabout on your heehills towards the previous causeway and I shall be very cruelly mistaken indeed if you will not be jushed astonushed to see how you will be meanwhile durn well topcoated with cakes of slush occasioned by the mush jam of the crosse and blockwalls traffic in transit. Where's Cowtends Kateclean, the woman with the muckrake? When will the W.D. face of our ^|11'sow^11'| muckloved ^|11'city D'linº, the Troia of towns ^|~& and^~| Carmen of cities^11'|, crawling with mendiants, get its wellbelavered ^|11'whitewish whitevache like L'pool ^|~& and^~| M'chester^11'|? Who'll disasperaguss Pape's Avignue or who'll uproose the Opian Way? Who'll brighton Bray and bait the Bull and never despair of Dublin? 'Tis an ill weed blows no poppy good. And this labour's worthy of my higher. If I hope not charity what profiteers me? ^|11'Nothing? Nothing!^11'| Do you know what, ^|11'little girls liddle giddles^11'|? One of those days I am advised ^|11'by the smiling voteseeker who isº now snoring electedº^11'| to positively strike off hiking for good and all until such time loiter on as some mood is made to get me an increase of automoboil and footwear ^|11'and a bourse from Bonº ^|aAnyone Somewind^a| for a cure at Bad ^|~Anywhere Anyweirº^~|11'| (though where it's going to come from this time …) as I sartunly think now, honest to John, for an income plexus that that's about the sanguine boundary limit. ^|11'Amean.^11'|

Sis dearest, Jaun added, with voise somewhit murky, as he turned his dorse to her to pay court to it, melancholic this time, whiles his onsaturncast eyes in stellar attraction followed swift to an imaginary swellaw, O, the vanity of Vanissy! All ends vanishing! Personally, Grog help me, I am in no violent hurry. If time enough lost the ducks walking easy found them. I'll nose a blue fonx with any tristys blinking upon this earthlight of all them that pass by the way of the deerdrive ^|11'|xby Wilfred's Walk^x|11'| but I'd turn back as lief as not if I could only spoonfind the nippy girl of my heart's appointment, Mona Vera Toutou Ipostila, my lady of Lyons, to guide me by gastronomy under her safe conduct. That's more in my line. I'd ask no kinder of fates than to stay where I am, under the invocation of Saint James Hanway, servant of Gamp, lapidated, ^|11and Jacobus A'Pershawmº, intercissous, for my thurifex,^{11| |11'}with ^|~Podge Roach Peter Roche^~|, that frind of my bosom,^11'| leaning on my cubits, at this passing moment by localoption in the birds' lodging me pheasants among, with me hares standing up well and me longears dittoes till well on into the bosom of the exhaling night, picking stopandgo jewels out of the hedges and catching dimtop brilliants on the tip of my wagger for them breezes zipping
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round by Drumsally do be devils to flirt. I could sit on one side till the bark of ^|11'the day Saint Grouse'sº^11'| for hoopoe's hours, laughing lazy at the sheep's lightning, hearing the mails across the nightriver (peepet! peepet!) and whippoorwilly in the woody (moor park! moor park!), as peacefed as a philopotamus, and crekking jugs at the grenoulls, leaving tea for the trout and belleeks for the wary, till I'd followed through my upfielded nephewscope the rugaby moon cumuliously goarolling himself westasleep amuckst the cloudscrums for to watch how carefully my nocturnal goosemother
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would lay her new golden sheegg for me down under in the shy orient. What wouldn't I poach — the rent in my riverside, my otther shoes, my beavery, honest! — for a dace feast of grannom with the finny ones, flashing down the swansway, leaps ahead of the Swift MacEels and the pursewinded carpers, rearin antis rood perches astench of me, or, when I'd like own company best, with the help of a norange and bear, to be reclined on my logansome by the lasher, ^|11'my g.b.dº in my f.a.c.e,º ^|a|bsulfanellies solfanelly^b| in my ^|~shellyhands shellyholders^~|a| and unread ^|~loved lov'd^~| Latakia^|a, theº benuvolent,º^a| for my nosethrills,º^11'| with the jealosomines wilting away to their heart's deelight and the king of saptimber letting down his humely odours for my consternation, ^|11'|xdapping ^|~on Griffeen R. my griffeen,^~|x|11'| burning water in the spearlight or catching trophies of the king's royal college of sturgeons by the armful for to bake pike and pie while, O twined me abower in L'Alouette's Tower, all Adelaide's naughtingerls juckjucking benight me, I'd tonic my twentyfour Dorian blackbirds off my singasongapiccolo to ^|11'play musical pipe musicall airs, airs on numberous fairyaciodes.^11'| I give, a king, to me, she does, alone, up there, yes see, I double give ^|11'till the spinney ^|awas was all^a| asong with them^11'|. Isn't that lovely though? I give to me alone I double give! And what sensitive coin I'd be possessed
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of at Latouche's, begor, I'd sink it sumtotal, every
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dolly farting, in vestments ^|s11in of^s11| subdominal poteen at prime cost and I bait you the whole ounce you half on your backboard that I'm the gogetter that'd make it pay like cash registers. And, what with one man's fisch and a dozen men's poissons, I'd come out with my magic fluke in close time, fair, free and frisking, zooming tophole on the mart as a factor. And I tell you the Bectives wouldn't hold me. By the unsleeping Solman ^|11'Annadromousº^11'|, ye god of little pescies, nothing would stop me. Not the Ulster Rifles and the Cork Milice and the Dublin fusees and Connacht Rangers ensembled! For money makes multimony like the brogues and the kishes. ^|11'I'd axe the ^|~Shannon C channon^~| and leip a liffey and drink ^|~any blackwater annyblack water^~| that ^|~stood rann^~| on meº way.^11'| Yip! How's that for scats, mine shatz, for a lovebird? To funk is only peternatural, it's daring feers divine. Bebold! Like Varian's, sweeping all behind me. And, zoom, before you knew where you weren't I stake my ignitial's davy, cash-and-cash-can-again, I'd be staggering humanity and loyally rolling you over, my spouse, in tons of red clover, fiehigh and fiehigher and fiehighest of all. I'd spoil you altogether. Not a spot of my hide but you'd love to seek and scan again! There'd be no standing me, I tell you. And as gameboy as my pagan name is what it is I'd never say let fly till I'd plant you, my Gizzygay, on the electric ottoman in the lap of lechery among the most uxuriously furnished compartments with sybarate chambers just as I'd run my shoestring into near a million of them as a firstclass dealer and everything. Only for one thing, that I'd be awful anxious, you understand, about Shoepisser Pluvius and in assideration of the terrible
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luftsucks playing around in the coold amstophere till the bording that would perish the Dane and his chapter of accidents to be atramental to the better half of my alltoolyrical health, not considering my capsflap, and that's the truth now out of the cackling bag, for truly sure ^|11'for another thingº^11'| I never could tell the least falsehood that would truthfully give sotisfiction. I'm not talking apple sauce eithou. Or up in my hat. I earnst. Fschue!

Sissibis dearest, as I was reading to myself not very long ago in Tennis Flonnels MacCourther, his correspondence, besated upon my tripos, and
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just thinking like thauthor how long I'd like myself to be continued at Hothelizod peeking into the fuocus and pecking at thumbnail reveries, 'tis tramsported with grief I am by this night sublime as you may see by my size and my brow that's all forehead to go forth, free and happy from our nostorey house upon this benedictine errand, but it is historically the most glorious mission, secret or profund, through all the annals of our — as you so often term her — efferfreshpainted livy, in beautific repose, upon the silence of the dead, from Pharoph the nextfirst down to Ramescheckles the lastbust thing. The Vico road goes round and round to meet where terms begin. Still, onappealed to by the cycles and unappalled from by the recoursers, we feel all serene, never you fret, as regards our dutyful cask. Full of my breadth from pride I am for 'tis a grand thing (superb!) to be going to meet a king, not an everynight king, nenni, by gannies, but the overking of ^|11'Hither and Thither Hither on Thither^11'| Erin himself, pardee, I'm saying. Before there was a man at all on Ireland there was a lord at Lucan. We only wish everyone was as sure of anything in this watery world as we are of everything in the newlywet fellow that's bound to follow. I'll lay you a guinea for a hayseed now. Tell mother that. 'Twill amuse her.

Well, to the figends ^|11'of Anam Annamnesesº^11'| with the wholeabolish business! The fine ice ^|11'of these our temperate so temperate
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of our, alas,º theseº^11'| times are not so far off as you might wish to be congealed. So now, I'll ask of you let ye create no scenes in my poor primmafore's wake. I don't want yous to be billowfighting your biddy moriarty duels over me till you spit stout, you understand, after soused mackerel nor your ugly lemoncholic gobs round the hobs ^|11'|ain a sewing circle,º^a| with the painters in too, curse meº luck,^11'| with your rags up turning breakfarts into ^|11'lost^11'| soupirs, nor your flabbies on your groaning chairs ^|11'for flapjack and salonthayº^11'| of a bluemoondag, ^|11'steamingº your old bones^11'| praying Jaun Dyspeptist while Ole Clo goes through the wood with Shep togather touting for Goodboy Sommers ^|11'and ^|~Mistrel Blownose Mistral Blownowse^~| hugs his kindlings,º^11'| when ^|11'voiceyverseyº^11'| it's my wildmoney's ^|11'gala^11'| benefit, robbing leaves out of my taletold book. Once upon
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a drunk and a fairly good drunk it was and the rest of your blatherumskite. Just a plain shays by the fire for absenter Sh the Po and I'll make ye all an eastern beauty of myself the moment that you name the way. ^|11'Cheer up ^|aCheery up ^|~Chirry up Sussumcordials^~|a| all ^|~right all^~|11'| round, let ye ^|11'all alloyiss and ^|~omines ominies^~|11'|, while I stray and let ye not be getting grief out of it on my poor headsake even should we forfeit our life. ^|11'Lo, improving ages wait ^|~us in ye. In^~| the orchard of the bones.^11'| Some time very presently now when yon clouds are dissipated after their forty years' shower the odds are we shall all be hooked and happy ^|11'together ^|acommunionistically^{a| |~}as under in coelitary confinement^~|11'| among the fieldnights elycean^|11',º ^|~elect for the elite élite of the elect^~|,º^11'| in the land of lost of time. ^|11'Johannisburg's ^|~the a^~| revelation! Deck the ^|~diamonds diamants^~| that never die!^11'| So cut out the lonesome stuff! Drink it up, ladies, please, as smart as you ^|11'like. can lower it. ^|aThe Your^a|
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sole and ^|~my upper myopper^~| must hereupon part company.^11'| Parting's fun. Laugh! Sure, treasures, a letterman does be often thought reading ye between lines that do have no sense at all. I sign myself. With much leg. Inflexibly yours. Ann Posht the Shorn. To be continued. Huck!

Something of a sidesplitting nature must have occurred to westminstrel Jaunathaun for a grand big ^|11'blossy^11'| hearty stenorious laugh hopped out of him at the bare thought of how jolly they'd like to be rolling his hoop and all of them truetotypes were just starting to spladher splodher with the jolly magorios, hicky hecky hock, huges huges huges, hughy hughy hughy, O'Jaun, so jokable and so geepy, O, when suddenly (how like a woman!), swifter as mercury, he wheels right round starnly on the Rizzies suddenly, with his gimlets blazing rather sternish (how black like thunder!), to see what's loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of the earth!) and finally he replied:

— There is something more. All I can tell you is this, my sorellies. It's prayers in layers all the thumping time, begor, in the suburrs of the heavenly gardens ^|11'once ^|awe've we shall have^a| passed
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throughº to eternal reward (the scorchhouse)^11'|. ^|11'|~Shunt us, shunt us, shunt us! Shunt us! Shuntº us! Shuntº us!^~|11'| If you want to be felixed come and be parked. Sacred ease there! The Seanad and pobbelqueue's remainder. No petty family squabbles ^|11'up there Up Thereº nor homemade
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hurricanes ^|ain our Cohortyard^a|11'|, ^|11'no^11'| cupahurling nor apuckalips nor no nothing. ^|11'With blis ^|~burns the Byrns^~| which is far better ^|~diamond & and^~| ivy eve for ever ^|~you'll your^~| idle be.^11'| Eireny allover Irelands. Hogmanny d'ye gut? Hogmanny d'ye smellygut? And hogmanny d'ye smellyspatterygut? You take Joe Hanny's tip for it. Post Mortem is the goods. With Jollification a good second. Toborrow and toburrow and tobarrow! That's our crass, hairy and evergrim life! We may come, touch and go, from atoms and ifs, but we're presurely destined to be odd's without ends. Here we moult in Moy Kain and flop on the seemy side, living sure of hardly a doorstep for a stopgap, with Whogoesthere and a live sandbag round the corner. But upmeyant you sprout all your abel and woof your wings, dead certain however of neuthing whatever to aye forever, while Hyam Huam's in the chair. Ah, sure, pleasantries aside, in the tail of the cow what a humptydaum earth looks our miseryme heretoday as compared beside the ^|11'hereweareagain gaieties Hereweareagain Gaieties^11'| of the ^|11'afterpiece Afterpiece^11'| when the Royal Revolver of the real globoes lets regally fire of his mio colpo for the ^|11'Chrisman's chrisman's^{11'| |11}pandemome pandemomº^{11| |11'|~}of life's a dreama^{~|11'| |11}is to give^11| over and the ^|11'harlequinade Harlequinade^{11'| |11}begins to begin^11| properly ^|11'spquearking SPQueaRking^11'|. Mark Time's finist joke. Putting Allspace in a Notshall.

Well, home cooking everytime. ^|11'Mountain'sº good mustard and I've eaten a griddle. And But^11'| I feel twice as stewhard what I felt before when I'm after eating a few natives. I ingoyed your pick of hissing hot luncheon fine, I did, ^|11'thanks awfullyº^11'| (sublime!). Tenderest bully ever I ate with the boiled protestants (allinoilia, allinoilia!) only for your peas again was a taste tooth psalty and return
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with my best savioury condiments and a penny in the plate for the james. For quid we have recipimus, recipe, O lout! And save that, Oliviero, for thy sunny day! ^|11'|~Soup meagre, I couldn't Soupmeagre! Couldn't^~| look at it! But if you'll buy me ^|aa yon^a| coat of the vairy furry bestº I'll try ^|~& and^{~| |~}pull pullll^~| it ^|~on^~| awn mee.º ^|aIt's in fairly good order ^|~& and^~| no doubt 'twill sarve to turn.º^a|11'| Remove this boardcloth! Next stage^|11, tell the tabler,^11| for a variety I'll try crackling a potroast, grilled over birchenboughs, with a few bloomancowls in albies. I want to get outside monasticism. Mass and meat mar no man's journey. Eat a missal lest. All the vitalmines is beginning to sozzle ^|11'|ain chewn^a|, ^|~fudge em fudgem^~|, kates and ^|~erics epasº^~| and naboc and ^|~epas erics^~| and oinnos on kingclud ^|aand xoxxoxo and xooxox ^|~x^~| xxoxoxxoxxx^a| till I'm fustfed like ^|~Fungstif, fungstif^~|11'| and very presently from now posthaste it's off yourll see me ryuoll on my usual rounds again to draw Terminus Lower and Killadown and the roomiest house even in Ireland, if you can understamp that, and my next item's platform it's how I'll try and collect my extraprofessional postages owing to me by Thaddeus Kellyesque Squire, dr, for nondesirable printed matter. But I know what I'll do. Great pains off him I'll take and that'll be your redletterday calendar, window machree. I'll knock it out of him! I'll stump it out of him! I'll rattattatter it out of him before I'll quit the doorstep of
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old Con Connolly's residence! By the horn of twenty of both of the two Saint Collopys blackmail him I will in arrears or my name's not penitent Ferdinand! And it's daily and hourly I'll nurse him till he pays my fine fee. ^|11'|~Ameal! Ameal.^~|11'|

Well, Here's looking at ye! If I never leave you biddies ^|11'till my stave is a barº^11'| I'd be tempted rigidly to become a ^|11'passionate^11'| father. ^|11'|x|~My Me^~| hunger's weighed. ^|~My Me^~| anger's suaged! ^x|11'| Ye can stop as ye are, little lay mothers, and wait in wish and wish in vain till the grim reaper draws nigh as a blessing in disguise. Devil a curly hair I care. If any marauding Clod Dewvale was to try to hold me up, dicksturping me and relieving me of my rights to my onus, yan, tyan, tethera, methera, pimp, I'd let him have my best pair of galloper's heels in his creamsourer. He will have better manners. I'm dished if he won't. Console yourself, drawhure deelish! There's a refond of eggsized coming to
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you out of me so mind you do me duty on me! And you'll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, Oneday truly, Twosday newly, till Whensday. Look for me always at my west and I will think to thine. A tear or two in time is all there's toot. And then in a click of the clock, toot toot, and doff doff we pop with sinnerettes in silkettes lining longroutes for His Diligence Majesty, our longdistance laird that likes creation. To ^|s11whoosh? whoosh!^s11|

— Meesh, meesh! Yes, pet. I understand, but listen, drawher nearest, Tizzy intercepted, flushing but flashing from her dove and dart eyes as she tactilifully grabbed her male corrispondee to fluster sweet nunsongs in his quickturned ear. I know, benjamin brother, but listen, I want to whisper my wish. Of course, engine dear, I'm ashamed for my life over this lost moment's gift of memento nosepaper which I'm sorry, my precious, is allathome I with grief can call my own but all the same, listen, Jaunick, accept this widow's mite, though a little
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weeny piece torn in one place, from my hands in second place of a linenhall valentino with my fondest and much left to tutor. X.X.X.X. It was heavily indulgenced for young ^|11'Father Michael Fr Ml^|a, myº pettest parriageº priest,^a|11'| and you know who between us by your friend the pope, forty ways in forty nights, look, scene it, ratty, and, listen, now do enhance me, oblige my fiancy and bear it with you morn till life's e'en and, of course, when never you make usage of it, listen, please kindly think galways, again or again, never forget, of one absent one, not sester Maggy. And this, Joke, a sprig of blue speedwell, just a spell of floralora so you'll mind your veronique. Of course, Jer, I know you know who sends it^|11', mercy,^11'| on the face of the waters like that ^|11'romance film oboteº^11'| in the magginbottle. ^|11'|aOf course Awfully charming, of course,º but^a| it doesn't do ^|~me her^~| justice.º^11'| Of course, please write, won't you, and, thank you, forward it back by return pigeon's pneu in case I couldn't think who it was or any funforall happens ^|11'I'll be ^|~curious so curiose^~| to see ^|~|aby in^a|~| the ^|aHomesworth breakfast^a| papers^11'| so as I'll know etherways ^|11by^11| pity bleu what exquisite buttons in case I don't hope soon to hear from you as I am given now to understand it will be worth my price in money one day so I can live simply and solely for my wonderful ^|11'hair hai kinkless^11'|. ^|11'Flea,º a girl,º says it is her colour.^11'| And listen to it^|11', Cheveluir^11'|! ^|11'Bow ^|~yr your^~| boche!^11'| Absolutely perfect! I will pack my comb and mirror to praxis my oval ohs and artless ahs and it will follow you pulpicly
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^|11'as far as ^|~comeback come back^~|11'| under all my eyes like my sapphire chaplets of ringarosary I will say for you ^|11'|~by to^~| the Allmichael^11'| and solve quipu while the dovedoves ^|s11peck pick^s11| my mouthbuds (msch! msch!) with nurse Madge, she's a fright, poor old dutch, ^|11'|~simply killing^~|11'| in her sleeptalking and ^|11'you'll love her for^11'| her hessians ^|11'|~her and^~| sickly black stockings,º ^|~simply killing,^~|11'| I call her Sosy but she's nice, considering she breaks in me shoes for me when I've arch trouble, but apart from that she's ^|11'terribly^11'| nice really, my sisther, round the elbow of Erne Street Lower and I'll be strictly forbidden always and true in my own way and private where I will long long to betrue you along with one who will so be trueyou that not once while I be betrow him not once will he be betray himself. And, of course, dear professor, you can trust me that though I change thy name though not the letter never while I become engaged with my first horsepower ^|11'|~that he has bought me in his wellingtons^~|11'| I will give your lovely face of mine away to my second mate with the twirlers, the Engineer ^|11'|~what you haven't got^~|11'| with a passionflower (O, the wicked untruth! What a tell!), in one of those pure
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clean kisses of yours thankfully, Arrah of the passkeys, no matter what. So don't keep me now for a good boy^|11',º you villain,^11'| peppering with fear, my goodless graceless, or I'll first murder you but, hvisker, meet me after by next appointment near you know Ships just there beside the Ship at the future poor fool's circuts of lovemountjoy square ^|11'to show my disrespects ^11'| now ^|11'let me ^|afasten ^|~straighten just^~|a| your caroline for ^|~you you,^~|11'| I must really so late. Sweetpig, he'll be furious! My prince of the courts who'll beat me to love! And I'll be there when who knows where with the objects of which I'll ^|11knowor^11| forget. The Dargle shall run dry ^|11'as soon as the sooner^11'| I you deny. And Mrs A'Mara make it up and be friends with Mrs O'Morum! Whoevery heard of such a thingk? Till the ulmost of all elmoes shall stele our harts asthone! Everyday, precious, while ^|11'memory's m'm'ry's^11'| leaves are falling deeply on my Jungfraud's Messongesbook, I will dream telepath posts dulcets on this isinglass stream ^|11'(but don't tell him!)^11'| under the libans and the sickamours, the cyprissis and babilonias, where the frondoak rushes to the ashside and the yewleaves too kisskiss themselves, and 'twill carry ^|11'on my hearz' wavesº^11'| my still water's reflections in words over Margrate von Hungary^|11', her ^|~Quaids Quaidy^~| ways ^|~& and^~| her Flavin hair,^11'| to thee, Jack ahoy, beyond the boysforus. And what's this I was going to say, dean? O, I understand! Listen, here I'll wait on Thee till the Thingavalla with beautiful Do Be Careful teacakes ^|11'|~flavouring blank over, more stuesser flavoured than^~| vanillaº and blackcurrant there's a cure ^|~in in,^~|11'| like a born gentleman till you'll resemble me all the time you're awhile away. I swear to you, ^|11'|~by the end of the chapter^~|11'| I will, by Candlemas! And, listen, joey, ^|11'my old ^|~ever new evernew^~|,^11'| when you citch water on the wagon for me being turned a star I'll dubeurry my two fesces under Pouts Vanisha Creme^|11', their way for spilling creem,º^11'| and, accent, ^|11'umto extend my ^|~pursonality personnalitey^~| to the ^|~latest latents,º^~|11'| I'll boy me for myself only of expensive rainproof of pinked elephant's breath grey in the loveliest ^|11sheerest,º dearest, dearestº^11| widowshood over airforce blue I am so wild for, my precious once, as the bee loves her skyhigh and listen. ^|11'And never mind me laughing at what's ^|~at? Error! at. Ever!º^~|11'| Always about this hour, I'm sorry, when afterdoon my lickle pussiness I ^|11'steal stheel stheal home ^|aheimlike heimlick^a|11'| in my russians from the attraction park with my terriblitall calvescatcher^|v11, Pinchapoppapoff,º^v11| at my nape, drenched, love, with dripping, to affectionate slapmamma but last at night, look, after my golden Violents wetting in my ^|11'|aupstairs upperstairs^a|11'| splendidly welluminated with such lilac curtains wallpapered to match the cat and a fireplease, keep looking, of priceless pearlogs ^|11'(Iº just want to see will he ^|aand or^a| are all ^|~michaels Michaelsº^~| like ^|~that and that)º^~|11'| I'll strip straight ^|11'after devotions^11'| before his fondstare ^|11'|~and (and^~| I mean it too, thy ^|~gaze gape^~| to my gazing I'll bind and I'll leash,^11'| and poke stiff under my isonbound with my ^|11'silk ^|~soiedisant soiedisante^~|11'| chineknees ^|11'chubby ^|~chicchubby cheeckchubby^~|11'| chambermate for the night's foreign males and your name of Shane will come forth between my shamefaced when with other lipth I nakest open my thighth ^|11'when just woken ^|aby the his toccatootletoo^a|11'| my first morning. So now, ^|11'to thalk thildish,^11'| thome, theated with Mag at the oilthan we are doing to thay one little player before doing to deed. And a tiss to the tassie, for lu and for tu! Coach me how to tumble, Jaime, and, listen, Juan, warn me which to ah ah ah ah …