Alls Howls. 304 The Twofold Truth and the dibble! How this loose- affair brimsts of fussforus! And was theys stare all atime? Yea but they grown in again. Flying the Perseoroyal. Withal aboarder, padar and madar, hal '’nd sal, the sens of Ere with the moonshane in his knackskey fob, a passable compatriate proparly of the dead may come, touch and let annapal livibel prettily prattle a lude all her tolkies shraking; Fugabollagsl Lusqu’au bout! If they had better glances