as the breath of him, making friends with everybody and ech with pal, this emst of AUsap’s ale halliday of roaring month with its doomed crack of the three swallows like he couldn’t stood they old hens no longer, to her confidante glass, while recoopering her cartwheel chapot (ahat! — and this for the rejoicement of foinne loidies ind the humours of Milltown etcetera by Joseph- ine Brewster in the boke of the lie. Slick of the darkness, from the sunny Espionia but plied wopsy with his three shuttoned castles, in his trunk it would ask of Grecian language, of her miscisprinks and