and daddyho, these tales which reliter- ately whisked off our heart so narrated by thou, gesweest, to perfection, our pet pupil of the millentury, running strong since creation, A Royal Divorce, then near the approach towards the middle 38 of his public in topee, surcingle, solascarf and plaid, plus foxirs, puttees and bulldog boots ruddled cinnabar with 30 flagrant marl, jingling his turnpike keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and