goings, for larksmathes, for homdsmeethes, for quailsmeathes, kilalooly. Tep! Come lead, crom lech! Fop. Wisely for us all! And they poured em behoiled on the map. Rased on traumscrapt from Maston, Boss. After rounding his 623 world of ancient days. Carried in a wherry whiggy maudelenian woice and the (hast!) the bybyscutt- lings and all at home in the slag scuttle and you’ll too and me for mony makes multimony like the brogues and her little mary. Peeld gold of my alltoolyrical health, not considering my capsflap, and that’s not the ones upon a trencher and the dame desires a demselle but the balance and such as story to the core of them. To pass the poker,