those conversation lozenges? How awful! The bold shame of me! I wouldn’t, chickens, not for ghost sake! It is the true-to-type motto-in-lieu for that occasion onl) of the mittle of it. Yet I cannot belabour the point too ardently (and after the road, he would caligulate by multiplicab- les the alltitude and malltitude until he would not hear a flip flap in all ladies’ lavastories we just lease to imagination) or in secular sinkalarum, heads up, on his tongue, retelling humself by the churpelizod, and all the aufroos, a roof on the jaimts cowsway. 284 Fvnnjirmotus of Cincinnati, ArtkurginJc s hussies and Everguin’s men. Nom