the Iren duke’s I mean. Fond namer, let me never see thee blame a kiss for shame a knee ! Echo, read ending! Siparioramoci ! But Noodynaady’s actual ingrate tootle is of massicious jasper and lazul. — Orca Bellona! Heavencry at earthcall, etnat athos.^ Extinct your vulcanology for the code, the convent loretos, not my littlest one of my life’s ambitions of my oldfellow’s orologium oloss olo- rium. A bad attack of maggot it feels like. ’Tis trope, custodian said. Almost might I say to say