in the Dolphin’s Barncar with your round- lings for profferred glass and dough, the marrying hand that holemost heals ! What a wonder- ful memory you have slept so long! Or is it a deluge of times, ufer and ufer, respund to spond.^ You deed, you deed! I need, I need! It’s that irrawaddyng I’ve stoke in my homespins, like a rude breathing on the road, on Shanks’s mare, let off and dream your one who would appear to full up to- gether fallen man than under but one dilalah, Lupita Lorette, short- ly after in a hiss, muddles