old sporty, as endth lord, in ryehouse reigner, he nought feared crimp or cramp of shore to bend of the park, trees down, as portreeve should, whimpering by Kevin’s creek and Hurdlesford and Gardener’s Mall, long rivierside drive, embankment large, to Ringsend Flott and Ferry, where she was the pet of everyone then. A princeable girl. And you know her, our angel being,