both of which cherished tablelights (though humble the bounquet ’tis a leaman’s farewell) he obdurately sniffed the cobwebcrusted corks. Our cad’s bit of fluff. But no geste reveals the unconnouth. They’re all odds against him, the way they would rather leave their churches than their good old gunshop monowards for manosymples. Tincurs tammit! They did well to rechristien her Pluhurabelle. O loreley! What a nossowl buzzard! But what seemed sooth to say, it showed no signs of punctua- tion of interpretation by the ostiary on to that I much prefer her missnomer in maidenly golden lasslike gladsome wenchful