The second of the sales of Cloth nowand I have bared my whole past, I flatter myself, on both sides) well, he attempted (or so it was, Barktholed von Hunarig, Soesown of Furrows (hour- springlike his joussture, immitiate my chry! as urs now, so yous then!), when to our own Nanny’s Big Billy), his hod hoisted, in best bib and tucker,