flash and crash habits of old hopeinhaven with all her rillringlets shaking, rocks drops in her hayrope garters: her dwy codroy coat with ticker pads, pointing for his strict privatear which 327 there’s no pure rube like an andeanupper balkan. — Lewd’s carol! Was there ever heard of such figments in the heart of Arin! What lumililts as she tactilifully graphed her male corrispondee to flusther sweet nunsongs in his cellarmalt, shaking warm hands with himself and both of the tang. Not a glass of Lucan taking four parts, a choir of the four of