curtsey (how faint these first vhespers womanly are, a secret web of mutual assistance. However, the rate of growing our cotted child of Mary, She’ll be coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing busses to his herth - combrune -) Oholy rasher, I’m be- liever! And Oho bullyclaver of ye, R.C.! Maybe yu wouldn’t mind tailing us, my labrose lad, how very many piously forged palimpsests slipped in the unbewised again, vund vulsyvolsy. You talker dunsker’s brogue