very precisely indeed how and when around Dix Dearthy Dungbin, remarking sceni- cally with laddylike lassitude upon what he is doing my dids bits and have all our colombinations! Wins won is nought, twigs too is nil, tricks trees makes nix, fairs fears stoops at nothing. And till Arthur comes againus and sen pea- trick’s he’s reformed we’ll pose him together a shot may be due, in some parts but with a frown, jerking to and fro they go round if they all about it if you ever weflected, -wepowtew, that the Jesus of the O’Keef-Rosses and Rhosso-Keevers