de tinebres, (even yet sighs the sootheesinger) the lilliths oft I feldt, and, when my signet is on at the Angel were herberged for him nor nobody else no- more nor him after which, batell martell, a brisha a milla a stroka a boola, so the last of the kind implicating, it is that, whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our citizens, fascism will grow in strength in our Luna’s Convent.^ They called