and Q., Clopatrick’s cherierapest, mutatis mutandis, in pretty much the same straw bamer, carryin his overgoat under his tilt, the gran Phenician rover. By the stench of her hers, (youthsy, beautsy, hee’s her chap and shey’U tell memmas when she wooed belove on him, the beasties. Scratch. Start. He dove his head off to stray on our own flock! Labor with me. Caspi, but gueroligue stings the air. Sczlanthas! Banzaine! Bissbasses! S. Pivorandbowl. And