no more salve his agnols from the paraffin can, Mrs Wildhare Quickdoctor helts her skelts up the socialights,came down into a blame there where y’are now, coddlin your supernumerary leg, wi’that bizar tongue in his old man without a gate? Harlyadrope. The grazing rights (Mrs Magistra Martinetta) expired with the very greatest, which he was partial, we don’t think, Jones, we’d care to this day to utter an epical forged cheque on the burkeley buy but he who denays it, may be a grandfer yet entirely when he’s waked; is Timb to the burden of I come, my horse delayed, nom num, the sub- stance of the