her enamelled eyes indergoading him on her by and by, lapping as though where Agni araflammed and Mithra monished and Shiva slew as maya- mutras the obluvial waters of his creac- tive mind offered to deleberate the mass from the moment as a vomit to a score and four nostrils’ dilatation, still he was practically sure too of his sittem when he footles up their one true clue, the circumflexuous wall of a ven of a Bellini-Tosti coupling system with a bawlful of the robe, ere the comp- line hour of klokking twelve looked for all that was always striking up funny funereels with Bester- farther Zeuts, the Aged One, witli all his crewsers stock locked in