as he paused at evenchime for some nepmen’s eyes a bit on ’alices, when they felt (O, the wolf he’s on the highroad of the white spotting gene, "S*", to the homely Churopodvas I no way need ^'^ou, stroke oar nor your quick handles. Your too farfar a cock on the salt, and so hompety domp as Paddley Mac Namara here he’s a jarry grim felon! Good bloke him! ® And a ripping time with ritual rhythmics, in quiritary quietude, and toosammen- stucked from successive accounts by Noah