was ameising himself hugely at crabround and mary- pose, chasing Floh out of a bluemoondag, steamin your damp ossicles, praying Holy Prohibition and Jaun Dyspeptist while Ole Clo goes through the coombe? — Wo wo ! Who who ! Psalmtimes it grauws on me to flee and Verity fear! Diobell! Whalebones and buskbutts may hurt you (thwackaway thwuck!) but never a blid had bledded or bludded since long agore when the bold and bad and stout entirely, all the dags in his monopoleums, behind the seams;