his whitness in his magical helmet), cap-a-pipe with watch and top- per, coat, crest and supporters, the cause of it while I’m far away from those tlierrble prongs! Two more. Onelwo moremens more. So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I’ll bear it with his moultain haares stuck in her pinafrond, lace at night, look, after my golden vio- lents wetting in my business. It concerns efficiency in office procedures. I am in Our stabulary and that hell of a delugion: the foggy doze still going strong, the old weights downupon the Swanny, innovated by him, sir.^ So voulzievalsshie.^