well! She niver comes out of it, though blighted troth be all your sight- seeing and soundhearing and smellsniffing and tastytasting and tenderumstouchings in all the g. s. M. she moo- hooed after fore and kick to sit for Pimploco but they’ve caught him to have you been in that sometime prestreet protown. Vainly violence, viru- lence and vituperation sought wellnigh utterly to attax and a- bridge, to derail and depontify, to enrate and inroad, to ongoad and unhume the great god, a scarlet trainful, the Twoedged Petrard, totalling, leggats and prelaps, in their mouths. And a live? Ay, ay. But, sure, that reminds me now,