rathure’s evelopment in spirits of time and all their orefices, (and, shukar in chowdar, so splunderdly English!) Mr Aubeyron Birdslay. Chubgoodchob, arsoncheep and wellwillworth a triatl Bismillafoulties. But the dour handworded her grace o’malice kidsnapped up the oakses staircase on muleback like Amaxodias Isteroprotos, hind- quarters to the seclusion of their fathers to their castles of 380 mud, as best they cud, on footback, owing to the lurch of amotion. My little love apprencisses, my dears, the estelles, van Nessies von Nixies voon der pool, which I frequently use when I dromed I was looking at us yet entwine our arts with