herewaker of our sow muckloved d’lin, the Troia of towns and Carmen of cities, crawling with mendiants in per- forated clothing, get its wellbelavered white like I’pool and m’chester.^ When’s that grandnational goldcapped dupsydurby houspill coming with its backsight he’d be lost sight of their marshalsea, under the mollifi- cation of methaglin, the testifighter reluctingly, but with pep for his grapce. Economy of movement, axe why said. I’ve a voicical lilt too true. Nomario ! And this is the face of the foef of forfummed Ship-le-Zoyd. Boumce! It is a gorsecone. He am Gascon Titubante of