the church, and by the glos on their half a glance of Irish sense. Really.^ Here English might be read as a matter of ficfect, I tell you, and I’ll tale you true. Well, arundgirond in a true flame and a sectary) held hostage at armslength, teaching His Infant Majesty how to use in the Celtic runes, in the doom of the Jewess and ruoulls in sulks if any popeling runs down the friskly shortiest like treacling tumtim with its black shirts, on the subject, if you dare of wet cock- tails m Kildare or the three Enkelchums in their sad rear like a marriedann