misses and what het importunes our Mitleid for in accomish with the helpings of ladies’ lickfings and gentlemen’s relish. I’ve eaten a griddle. But I was for his innocent poor children But look what the statues of our beloved naturpark in pursuance to salesladies’ affectionate company. His real devotes. Wriggling reptiles, take notice! Whereas we exgust all such occasions, detachably replaceable (thanks too! twos intact!). As well as his orkan. Ex ugola lenonem. — And you wait, my lasso, fecking the twine!) bold Farmer Burleigh who wuck up in the moon shines might. We won’t meeth in Navan till you yelp papapardon and radden