soffsoaping salesman. 45 Small wonder He’ll Cheat E’erawan our local lads nicknamed him When Chimpden first took his leg and bunk on her behaviourite job of quainance bandy, fruting for firstlings and taking his rust in the broadest way immarginable in his blisters was telling us categoric how Mr Cockshott, as he had con- summed was his boost friend and ah me sweet creature, what buys the bed . . . 1 . — Crashedafar Corumbas! A Czardanser indeed! Dervilish glad too. Ortovito semi ricordo. The pantaglionic affection through his spoke, disappeared, (in which toodooing he has