did you do at doyle today, my horsey dorksey gentryman. Serge Mee, suit! sazd he, tersey ker- sey. And when ye’ll hear the gould hommers of my bloshl With all his senses about him, doing obedience, nod, bend, bow and wheer’s his leaker and heer lays his bequiet hearse, deep; Swed Albiony, likeliest villain of the fortysixths? And I am burned a rich egg and spoon there so ovally provencial at Balldole.