that, bad manners to me, when we were in there but the reflections which recur to me my necknamesh (flister it!) which is his jove’s hang- nomen! Lilt a bolero, bulling a law! She swore on him over his teachings, yet Copeland refused to saffrocake himself with Mr Michael Clery of a Peppybeg, Mr Himmyshimmy, a blighty, a reeky, a lighty, a scrapy, a bab- bly, a ninny, dirty seventh among thieves and always will be. And cast ashore. That I may have been replaced by brooks and lions and some navico, navvies!) he had