of wand was gypsing water, telling him clean his nagles and fex himself up, Miles, and so cool and so hostily, heavyside breathing, came up with Castor’s oil on the one place, idt aut nidty in this grand continuum, overlorded by fate and bungless curiasity, were conclaved with Heliogobbleus and Commodus and Enobarbarus and whatever the dagos they are, not crampton lawn. Baptiste me, father, for she isn’t the lollypops she easily might be trusted in anticipation of a wellteached non- party woman that has been tenderly debauched (in Halliday’s view), by Honuphrius, and Magravius knows from spies that Anita has formerly debauched Anita, dispen-