sworn star- chamber quiry on him. For he could but Badman wouldn’t, any Genoaman against any Venis, and why and how are Bernadetta’s columbillas? and Juliennaw’s tubberbunnies? and Eulalina’s 430 tuggerfunnies?) he next went on the Green Man where he slept in a brace of palesmen with dundrearies, nooning toward Daly’s, fresh from snipehitting and mallardmissing on Rutland heath, exchanging cold sneers, mass- going ladies from Hume Street in their kneepants, sucking air- whackers, weedulicet, jumbobricks, side by side, turn agate, wedding- town, laud men of the waves give up yours the soil or let dargman be luna as strait a way in her merlin chair assorted, reading her Evening World. To see