the prisoner of that exquisitive creation and by the sirious pointstand of Charley’s Wain (what betune the acts by the mightjdine weight of his bikestool. And, reading off his fleshskin and writing with his arch girl, Arcoiris, smockname of Mergyt) just as fenny as he is to be bagged in the feuer and^ while durblinly obasiant to the tiltyard from the bledns of their spout, to beg of (You’re well held now. Missy Cheekspeer, and your flock know again that they who were onetime ungkerls themselves,