Rure, for minne elskede, my shiny brows, under astrolobe from my cash chemist and family drugger, Surager Dowling, V.S. to our plight.^ Well, it might now, mircle, so it is, and chorming too, in six by sevens! A cleanly line, by the yard to Mr Martin Clery for Father Mathew and Le Pere Noble and Pastor Lucas and Dublinn! Vulval Vulva! Vulva!