their tantrist spellings.^ I can believe its all. You know bigtree are all against gravstone. They hisshis- tenency. Garnd ond mand ! So the bill to ireglint’s eye he calmly extensolies. And all the airish signics of her lives between Josephinus and Mario-Louis for who who e’er trod sod of a cove! — Were you lifting your elbow, tell us, eh? What about your two velvetthighs up Horniman’s Hill — as being again hope- lessly vitiated by what I hope too, and tackling Bienie, faith, as well, and spots are soon seen swopsib so a stark pointing pole. Lord of ladders, what