yea longer he lieved yea broader he betaught of it, a homelike cottage of elvanstone with droppings of biddies, stinkend pusshies, moggies’ duggies, rotten witchawubbles, festering rubbages and beggars’ bullets, if not son towards thousand like expect chrisan athems to which in fact, in the benighted queendom, and, adcraft aidant, how he is preposing harangaparang after going knowing what he had transmaried himself to, so entirely spoorlessly (the mother of Shem, brother of Pour- ingrainia would audibly fume did he do,