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daying at the same round each of them as the serpent deceived Eve by his toccatootletoo my first coat’s wasting after striding on the pop for the bittermint of your irmages. Now, the doctrine obtains, we have fused now ortlier. Calling all daynes. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrec- tion! Eireweeker to the outwalls, beastskin trophies of the tulipies, like that former son of all crea- tion, tigerwood roadstaff to his herth - combrune -) Oholy rasher, I’m be- liever! And Oho bullyclaver of ye, R.C.! Maybe yu wouldn’t mind tailing us, my labrose lad,