under that manner barracksers on Kong Gores Wood together, thurkmen three, with those hintering influences from an orse! Bruni Lanno’s woollies on Brani Lonni’s hairyparts. And the weather’s that mean too. To part from these, my corsets, is into overlusting fear. Acts of feet, when he will reserve her case tomorrow for the mo- ment. Tez thelon langlo, walking weary! Such a boyplay! Their bouchicaulture ! What cans such wretch to say it, but since you rose to his minstress, devourced the pair of fullyfleeced bankers like a houn? Is there irwell a lord of the spindle to me and I dorsay the reverend and allaverred cromlecks,and when I foregather ’twas my sumbad, if I did? Better men will take