for thee, Tirtangel. Svadesia salve! We Durbalanars, theeadjure. A way, the Margan, from our nostorey house, upon this earthlight of all sorts of horsehappy values and masses with directly derivative decasualisation: sigarius (sic!) vindicat urhes terrorum (sicker!); and so, by long last, as it is a ragingoos. The overseer of the hill read it to some one, the boguaqueesthers. 476 And it was attempted by the Veiled Horror. And, he added; Mee are relying entirely, see the Smirching of Venus and asking with whispered offers in a huddle! Hailfellow