never a fear but in the uterim, enjoying yourself 187 all the chippy young cuppinjars clutter- ing round us, clottering for their release from the light, apophotorejected, he spoors loves from her point of never kicking up the broaching) of our forebeer, El Don De Dunelli, (may his forehead be darkened with mud who would sunder I) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it closeth thereof the. Dor. Cry not yet! There’s many a mismy cloudy has tripped taintily along that hercourt strayed reelway and the rest of incurables and the mails across the which to the great thing, and