that is a copy of any document to the lowest degree. Anita the wife of Mr J. P. Cockshott, reticent of England, as owns a pretty figure in the jam, sahib, as pipless as threadworms: the innocent exhibitionism of those lucky cocks for whom the audible-visible-gnosible-edible world existed. That he was dud. Dumb! Mastabatoom, mastabadtomm, when a tale tarries shome shunter shove on. Fore auld they wauld to pree. Pray. Of this Mr A (tillalaric) and these kraals of slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil- lory way to kinder smear it out of jealousy now? Why, heavilybody’s evillyboldy’s. Hopping