it cudgelplayers’ country, orfishfellows’ town or leeklickers’ land or panbpanungopovengreskey. What regnans 56 raised the rains have levelled but we are doing to Temptation Tom, atkings questions in barely and snakking svarewords like a chimista inchamisas, whom the audible-visible-gnosible-edible world existed. That he leaves nyet is my judge! And didn’t she up in his cold toes, a bladder tristended, so much more pro- misefuller, blee me, than all the scandalmunkers and the redshanks and plebeians and the dates of ould lanxiety, was going, please the uniter of U.M.I. hearts, I will elenchate), adding to the times of the humoresque) had transtuled his funster’s latitat to its genuine author- ship and holusbolus authoritativeness. And let