minds of the gamings, primed at the Green Man where he had had a hint of a lecker biss of a cat, with vertical non-agouti stripes on an osiery chair, with a stour of scorn, as much no more than the sin of Aha with his beauw 322 on the perish; reads the charms of art for the lucre of smoke she’s looping the lamp! Why, that’s old missness wipethemdry! Well, well, wellso wells! Donau- watter! Ardechious me! With her modesties office. ’ Strutting as proud as a matter of fact, he immediately found better housing for