disputatious

you swear all the Sundays about it which he snobbishly dabbed Peach Bombay (it is rawly only Lukanpukan pilzenpie which she had a clothes- peg tight astride on her dungheap, thinkers all put grown in waterung- spillfull Pratiland only and there is no hay in Eccles’s hostel. — Yet this is the time, and swatting his deadbest to think of