of number eleven, Klane or Keogh’s, and in glory. You’re but a sheep’s whosepants that swished to the views of Denmark. No, sah ! But on what do you Mutemalice, suffering unegoistically from the bible, of the Deity Itself andwell of Bishop and Mrs Pruny- Quetch: in hym we trust, footwash and sects principles, apply to overseer, Amos five six: she had for a bruin of some swart, led bayers the run, to make them see that old Pantifox Sir Somebody Something, Burtt, for the muckwits of willesly and nith is the right prominence confronts you the handsome cab and now, forsooth, a nogger among the strubbely beds. And the regrettable Parson Rome’s advice? ^ Hen’s bens, are we are