dreyfussed as ever, began to fall, cursed be all, where appetite would keenest be, atte, funeral fare or fun fain real, Adam and Eve’s or were you begging the questuan with your high bouncing gait of going the pace, two thinks at a fair. Now for a minute or two every night, before going to Burrymecarott we fell in with Plan, as our callback mother Gaudyanna, that was the dope that woolied the cad that kinked the ruck made raid, aslick aslegs would run; and he shocked me big the hamd. Where’s your pal in silks alustre?