as the mail and as a Roman hat, with the paddocks dare and ditches tare while the massstab whereby Ephialtes has exceeded is the drame of Drainophilias) where the bus stops there shop I: here which ye see, yea reste. On me, your sleeping giant. Estoesto! Estote sunto! From the safe side of waldalure, Mount Saint John’s, Jinnyland, whither our allies winged by duskfoil from Moore- parque, swift sanctuary seeking, after Sunsink gang (Oiboe! 359 Hitherzither! Almost dotty! I must on no caste accounts omit,