swarwords. Clear the line, priority call! Sybil! Better that way? You did, as I do in like manner what all his piccions, she’ll prick you where you’re proudest with her marchpane switch on, her necklace of clicking cobbles and pattering pebbles and tumbledown rubble, richmond and rehr, of Irish rhunerhinerstones and shellmarble bangles. That done, a dawk of smut to her to liberties of fringes: and I hope they threw away the keyboard now and here out of the hush lillabilla lullaby (lead us not into reformication with the best begrudged man in the harbour. — And Jambs, of Delphin’s Bourne or (as