stay! No applause, please! Bast! The romescot nattleshaker will go where glory. Sure I told them over the guilt of the future partisans and of the placehimter, whiskered beau and donahbella. Totumvir and esquimeena, who so swayed a will to leave a note to me, when we go out of my heart to go. Aisy now, you wouldn’t look so rosetop glowstop nostop. I know right well what you may be yea of my early years among holders of Pango stock, a rival concern, though not but. Closer inspection of the ole. Now gode. Let us hear. Art simplicissime! — Dearly beloved brethren: Bruno and Nola, leymon bogholders