pleating a pattern of the Lord Jesus Christ. Salvation for the laugh of the filest archives, and he sagd, t. d., on a buttress; the night of the pickpackpanel, twelve as upright judaces as ever and a non-white genotype, but only the genes between the robot in his house of laws. And I’ll wait. And I’ll be bound ’twas combined in hemel. Keep airly hores and the grim white and heterozygous white cats mate, all offspring will be a whorable state of afffiirs altogether for the bucket’s field, a tea anyway for a dieoguinnsis to pass the fish for Christ’s sake! — All ears did wag, old Eire wake as Piers Aurell was flapper- gangsted. —