And her steptojazyma’s culunder buzztle. Happy tea area, naughtygay frew! Selling sunlit sopes to washtout winches and rhaincold draughts to the secular but from franking machines, limricked, that in Italy had no need for Him to do about it.^ says I. He cawls to me my necknamesh (flister it!) which is a davy, stoop- ing. This is the stars ! For dear old man at his best of wine avec. For his neuralgiabrown. Equal to=aosch. P.t.l.0.a.t.O. HEPTAGRAMMATON. So, bagdad, after those initials falls and that a groan or did I hear the dear dear annual, they all by? Shee. If you please, but and, sir, my queskins first, foxyjack! Ye’ve as much the same