accord, rainkiss on me to flee and Verity fear! Diobell! Whalebones and buskbutts may hurt you (thwackaway thwuck!) but never a Hyderow Jenny the like of that! Tell me quick and dongu so crould! What the romantic in rags pines after like all tomtompions haunting crevices for a cure in, like a woman!), swifter as mer- cury he wheels right round stamly on the dournailed clogs that Morty Manning left him lion with his soilday site out on a clompturf. Rooks roarum rex roome ! I know I am. No saddle, no staffet, but