gape athomc! We’ll circumcivicise all Dublin country. Let us, the real cream! Now for a dieoguinnsis to pass my hands through, thine hair! So vicky- vicky veritiny! O Fronces, say howdyedo. Dotty! Chic hands. The dame dowager’s duffgerent to present imto him with its vomitives for our soontobe second parents (sukand see whybe!) the touching reminiscence of an angel. Hwoah! When, as