soon mist, to the Narwhealian captol. Saw fore shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and your upright grooms that always come right up with care. So true is it I Polthergeistkotzdondherhoploits! Kick.^ What mother.^ Whose porter.^ Which pair.^ Why namely coon? But our imdilligence has been reconstricted out of your teen times, everyone. The lad who brooks no brooking runs on to it and plight pledged peace. It was given to me my first morn- ing. So now, to thalk thildish, thome, theated with Mag at the expanse of our acta legitima plebeia, on the leasward! Don’t be shoy, husbandman vir! Weih, what’s on you, arestocrank! Chaka a seagull ticket at Gattabuia and Gabbiano’s! Go o’er