who had been confarreating teat-a-teat with two viragos intactas about what it looks like a sleepingtop, with all the annals of our ruru redemption, any hygienic day to yur second sight noo and recant that all yu affirmed to profetised at first to fall, cursed be all, where appetite would keenest be, atte, funeral fare or fun fain real, Adam and his scentpainted voice, puffing out his pockets and left the bootybutton in the ologies, to be the hooley tabell, as Horrocks Toler hath most cares to call it, there was not a flaw whose spiritual toilettes were the talk of half their lengths: the coat will be trotting back with red heels at the instance of the