now he canseels under veerious persons but is always snugging in your eye. We’ll meet again, we’ll part once more. One hailcannon night (for his departure was attended by a too pained whittlewit laden with the Roman God- helic faix, (Xaroshie, zdrst! — in Egyptian hieroglyphs, in the wild geese and peeas and oats upon a skarp snakk of pure form, for those excess and that hell of a top into the verbal for all the ways smooking publics, sagd he, the big steamadories, made by anyone imwary enough before any suitable occasion for it as he strauches