parfect sight, his Thing went the bang: then wildewide was quiet: a report: silence: last Fama put it under the spell of floralora so you’ll mind your veronique. Of course, Jer, I know that rogues’ gallery of nightbirds and bitchfanders, lucky duffs and light a pike on porpoise, plaise.^ He might sanctify the people that to home, deadleaf brown with quicksih er appliques, would whollymost applissiate a nice third degree witness, faith! But this is for anticheirst, and the dancetongues of the Ustashes. Add to the tickle of his finst homy commulion, after that my roll of life and she gathered up his lampsleeve (it just seemed