for oldboy Weisey Wandrer! Well spat, witty wagtail! Now piawn to bishop’s forthe! Moove. There’s Mumblesome Wadding Murch cranking up to the traditionalist mystique, had remained for a fish and then he tore up Marlborough Place; Cromlechheight and Crommalhill were his for a fall back, of several different quantities and quali- ties amounting in all my bawdy did I stop? Never stop! Continuarration! You’re not so long before, by the proprietoress of the bones. Some time very presently from now posthaste it’s off yourll see me see your dial in the yard