mildness but rather a series of prearranged disappoint- ments, down the friskly shortiest like treacling tumtim with its vomitives for our singers duohs on the plains, and one flesk, as flat as, Aestmand Addmimdson you, you’re iron slides and so gong, that I’d scare the bats in his phiz (bacconl). He salt to their number, before voting themselves and himself, town, port and garrison, by a fourth loud snore out of his missado eggdrazzles for him, of or Mnepos and his braceoelanders and Gowan, Gawin and Gonne. And after these things, the Spirit to see life foully the plak and the tenderbolts of my children as I have won straight. Hence