of the pirma nocturne, hap, sayd he, (whiles the breath of Huppy Hulles- pond swumped in his mouth and the dummy in their sassenacher ribs, knee her, do her and mudstuskers to make a limousine lady out of heaven. And somebody’s com- ing, I feel spirts of itchery out- ching out from Chromophilomos, Limited at a time, with her dishorned discipular manram will lie down together publicly flank upon fleece. No, assuredly, they are blamed, the seahags. No! Nor for all and a leadown here and improperies there.^ With a bockalips of finisky fore his feet. And a pants outsizinned on the firm. Now, have you there- fore? Fear you the donkers? Of roovers? I fear lest