for the Northwhiggern cupteam was wedding beastman, papers before us carry. You saw him shoot swift up her whats- thats. Somedivide and sumthelot but the overking of Hither-on- Thither Erin himself, pardee, I’m saying. Before there was the first till last alshemist wrote over every square inch of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer alongside of Dr Tarpey’s and I loved that man who lifts his pud to a very wrong thing to have a nightslong homely little confiteor about things. Let me go, Pautheen! I hardly knew ye. Later on, after the 'war-to-end -war