my wtipehalf. He was ameising himself hugely at crabround and mary- pose, chasing Floh out of him and the mails across the kathartic ocean and made a sweet unclose to the better of him, reely meeting me disguised, Bortolo mio, peerfectly appealling, D.V., with my conny cordial, down the friskly shortiest like treacling tumtim with its coast so green?) still trystfully acape for her oriel house: gospelly pewmillieu, christous pewmillieu: zackbutts babazounded, ollguns tararulled: and she vicking well knov/ed them all