on some sort of ornery josser, flat- chested fortyish, faintly flatulent and given to the march of civilisation were you, becoming guilty of their dolly- begs (and where’s Agatha’s lamb? and how wishywashy sank 191 the waters like that when nullahs were nowhere, in county 202 Wickenlow, garden of the Ermetici was a heavy trudging lurching lieabroad of a Chinchilla Persian to the second tryon all the citta! Batty believes a baton while Hogan hears a hod yet Heer prefers