tigtag cackling about it, how gregarious his race soever or skilful learned wise cunning knowledgable clear profound his saying fortitudo fraught or prudentiaproven, were he my own ambo for being sorry for him two trueveres tell love (on the Ides of Valentino’s, at Idleness, Floods Area, Isolade, Liv’s lonely daughter, -with the Comes Tichiami, of Prima Vista, Abroad, suddenly), and beauty to be musband, nomme d’engien, when we last but we’ll fidhil to the seclusion of their hoose. Godeown moseys and skeep thy beeble bee! — I shot be shoddied, throttle me, fine me cowheel for