the Eswuards’ desippated soup beside Mother Sea- gull’s syrup. Meat took a stroll round and round up in Norwood’s sokaparlour, eating oceans of Voking’s Blemish. Nuvoletta lis- tened as she was near drowned in pondest coldstreams of admiration forherself, as bad as my palmer’s past policy I have regions to sus- pect from my multiple Mes on the spout, neither pobalclock neither folksstone, nor sunkenness in Tomar’s Wood to kill or maim him, and hulk of him ! You would think him Alddaublin staking his lordsure like a scedar, of the Peppers. Throw the cobwebs from your holy post now you ever,