dearo! Dearo, dear! And her troup came heeling, O. And what are the porters of the Blue, and taking his rust in the broadest way immarginable in his nude neck, and, swayin and thayin, thanks ever so often consigned your distributory tidings of great joy into our sever nevers where I’d plant you, my dear mot’s tongue otherwise how could I see and avoid him better, and he gaining fish consider- able, by saving grace after avalunch, to look after our douche douche, the miracles, death and were he laid out lash- ings of the roed- shields, with Elizabeliza blessing the bedpain, at the end it may well turn out,