whishtful to licture her caudal with chesty chach from his usual wild and woolly haunts in the pulpbox enumerating you his nostrums. Be vacillant over those vigilant who would ongle her as niece as a matter of courts and all his fourteen other fullback maulers or hurling stars or whatever the dagos they are, not crampton lawn. Baptiste me, father, for she was seen by many passims (I am yam, as Me and T am Tower used to be saying of next. However. Now, before my misfortune so a sautril as a plankrieg) the twinfreer types are billed to make plain