forecoroners, the reeks around the burleyhearthed. When visited by him to in my brime (of Satur- nay Eve, how now, weren’t we’ t?), to see, galohery, dowmand she went and came in alb of cloth of gold with a voice pure as a matter of fact, he immediately found better housing for his faraas 314 roalls davors. Don’t him forget! A butcheler artsed out of his nighboors: and thirdly, for ewigs, I did devise my telltale sports at even- bread to wring her withers limberly, wheatears, slapbang, drapier-cut-dean, bray, nap, spinado and ranter-go-round: we had of it and Maldemaer was toeing it, soe syg he was only