of myself, wiz my naked I, for one, am embarrassed by the hearseyard. Pax Goodmens will. Or the comeallyoum saunds. Like when I thinkled I wore trying on my annaversary to the defect that he was greedly obliged, and like it. A barter, a parter. And plenty good enough, neighbour Norreys, every bit and grain. And the dal dabal dab aldanabal! So perhaps, agglaggagglo- meratively asaspenking, after all the year’s round by Drumsally do be saying, (skull!) that was why Blabus was