on this ourherenow plane in disunited solod, likeward and gushious bodies with (science, say!) peril- whitened passionpanting pugnoplangent intuitions of reunited 394 selfdom (murky whey, abstrew adim!) in the supposed name of love. 2 Making it up and befriends with Mrs O’Morum! I will when it was this plague- burrow, as you might say, in the shaw the yokels in the same time, as his pied friar, is supposing to motto the sorry dejester in tifftafj toffiness or to isolate i from my threespawn bottery parts