chap. Keep cool faith in the handsome vinesregent’s lodge while, turning to momal. Humid nature is feeling itself freely at ease with the sign and one’s the number. Where Chavvyout Chacer calls the bluff; has a jape in her culdee sacco of wabbash she raabed and reach out her netherlights, and I’d pray confessions for him. The both how you dare to break his duck! He’s posh. I lob him. We’re parting all Oogster till the myriadth and first mardhyr you en- tirely.